She had a keen sense of smell. After all, she was nourished by the spring water in her interspace, and had experience in studying medicine in her previous life. She was sure that her father had added something to Zhang Xiaohui's bowl of soup.
And that medicine had almost the same effect as what she had given to Zhang Xiaohui.
It was not a strong drug. If a woman who had even some sense of propriety and virtue ate it, nothing would happen. But for Zhang Xiaohui, who longed with all of her heart to be together with Wang Guozhu, it would definitely have an effect.
It looked as if her father was aware of what was going on.
Zhang Xiaohui was contemptuous. She had always despised Gu Yunshen.
She had liked Wang Guozhu in the past. He was a university student, with a bright future.
