Young Master Sun came out of it unscathed, and instead that old bastard ended up drinking the drugged wine. Clearly something went wrong somewhere. But even if that old bastard drank the drugged wine, how the hell did he end up in room 818?
Her voice was icy, her expression terrifying. Sun Xuehui couldn't help but shiver, and even her speech turned stammering.
"N-no… that's not it, I saw Young Master Sun pick up that glass of wine, it's just that later… later…"
"Later what?" An Sijia glared at Sun Xuehui, furious at her uselessness.
This concerned her whole future, and her own mother still managed to screw it up. She honestly didn't know what to say.
