Ye Lanchen's eyes became colder, and the sneer on his lips deepened. He did not speak, but sat at the dining table.
"Young Master, do you want breakfast? I'll go get it for you..." the butler saw Ye Lanchen sitting at the dining table and quickly said.
"No need. I'm afraid it'll poisoned. I was lucky that I didn't die from the poison last time, but I'm not that lucky every time." Ye Lanchen rejected the butler, but his words were clearly meant for Ye Bowen.
"That tea isn't poisonous. It's just some medicine to calm the nerves." Ye Bowen did not want to say anything at first, but when he saw Ye Lanchen's cold face, he could not help but explain.
"Medicine to calm the nerves?" Ye Lanchen's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Ye Bowen again. "Is that what the old man told you?"
When Ye Lanchen heard Ye Bowen's explanation, his face darkened. Did this mean that Ye Bowen really knew that there was medicine in the tea?
