"No, then who was it, it's…"
All of a sudden, Zhan Beiye paused mid-sentence as if he had just remembered who had previously occupied that spot. His eyes widened in an instant, his face contorted with an expression of disgust.
"This is cursed, way too cursed. Take it away and throw it out. Even dogs wouldn't eat such filth, let alone someone who would cook it!"
His disdain for Gu Qingyu, the woman who was already dead, grew even further. He had thought, based on the conversations of the people outside, that the fish cooked by Gu Qingyu might actually be tasty.
Who would have known it would be such an accursed thing, almost poisoning him to death. It was truly…
He didn't even know what to say.
"Yes, yes, I shall dispose of it immediately," the guard responded eagerly, barely containing his laughter as he quickly snatched the grilled fish from the stone table and dashed out of the residence.
