Nan Sichen's face suddenly turned grim, and he put down his chopsticks to look for Qing Luan.
Qing Luan was waiting outside at the moment, waiting for Qin Yin to finish eating so she could clean up and go to sleep.
When Nan Sichen came out, he saw Qing Luan standing outside. His expression was particularly unpleasant. He suddenly gripped Qing Luan's slender neck, applying considerable force, almost choking her.
Qing Luan didn't understand what was going on. She could only stare dazedly at Nan Sichen. The pain in her neck made breathing difficult, nearly bringing her to tears, but she held back, saying nothing, waiting for Nan Sichen to speak first.
"What did you put in Yinyin's food?" Nan Sichen asked coldly.
"I put nothing." Qing Luan answered neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"I thought you wouldn't have the guts." Nan Sichen's voice became even colder, "Do you know what Yinyin means to me?"
