"Miss Nangong noticed something was wrong on the first day you brought the soup, so we came here yesterday. Ever since you sent the soup over, we have been filming and watching it. After you left, we immediately sent the chicken soup for inspection and found that it was made of Chinese persimmons. Zhou ruxue, I'm telling you one last time, please cooperate and come with us. Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite!"
Zhou ruxue's eyes widened again as she looked at Nangong Nuannuan in disbelief.
She had not expected Nangong Nuannuan to be even more ruthless than her. She had actually sent someone to check the ingredients of the chicken soup on the first day she had delivered it.
This was simply too abnormal!
If one's mentality wasn't twisted to a certain extent, even an ordinary pervert wouldn't think that a mother would put something in the chicken soup she gave her son in order to please him, right?
