"Even so, this does not prove that the person who poisoned is Xiao Wen. Is it wrong to think about making food for the Old Master?" Li Taishan's face was somewhat pale, but he still stubbornly defended his wife and child.
An Yiqing felt a bit more respect for this otherwise unremarkable man at this moment, the fact that he could still protect his wife in such a situation counts as being a man.
"That's indeed not considered evidence, but how about this?"
An Yiqing walked into the dining room and came out holding a tray with three soup bowls engraved with silver filament cloud patterns.
