Hearing the doubts of the Zhuang brothers, Mo Qian sighed and shook his head to indicate that he was not very clear. He opened his mouth and told the information obtained by the police.
"She stole the waiter's clothes and snuck into our private room. The police confirmed her identity through a tattoo on her hand! As for how she would assassinate me, it is still unclear. The police would only know if they continued to investigate!"
Mo Qian's last sentence was interrupted by Zhuang Xian.
"It's the plate of desserts she brought over!" Zhuang Xian said in a deep voice. Mo Qian turned to look at her, and his brows slowly furrowed.
As the doctor treated the wound on her left arm with medicine, Zhuang Xian unconsciously frowned. After the pain subsided a little, she explained, "That plate of desserts was tampered with by her. She must have poisoned it!"
