Previously, she handed over her weapon so readily. Wasn't she interested in bringing some small powder?
Song Jingchen thought to himself, "Didn't you say that you would be good and not cause trouble?"
Xuanyuan Ce thought to himself, "Is my daughter so fierce?"
Mo Ying's eyes widened. Did she drink the other party's tea?
She opened her mouth to call for someone to come in, but her body was weak. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, and no one outside could hear her.
"When did you drug her?" As soon as he asked, Xuanyuan Ce remembered that this girl had pretended to open the teapot when she was checking just now. He gasped and felt his jaw ache. "Aren't you afraid that I'll drink this tea?"
