"There's water, let me pour it for you. When is Young Master Mo coming? The food I made for him is getting cold."
Even though the person she was trying to tempt wasn't Little Liu, she still put on a pitiable façade, hoping Little Liu would be moved, call Mo Xiuchen, and urge him to finish entertaining his client and come to her house.
"No need, there's a cup here."
Before she finished speaking, Little Liu had already walked up to the table, picked up the cup of water, and started draining its contents.
Cheng Jia's face changed, the words coming out almost instinctively, "No, you can't drink that water, it's prepared for Young Master Mo."
She rushed over, but it was too late.
Little Liu had already finished the whole cup of water, with just an empty cup left in his hand. Looking at Cheng Jia's strange expression, he commented nonchalantly, "It was just a cup of water, why are you so nervous? You didn't put poison in it, planning to kill our young master, did you?"
