A shadow flitted under the moonlight, and Gu Ling rushed into Su Liang's room.
At first sight of Su Liang, Gu Ling slightly breathed a sigh of relief, only then noticing Gao Jiabao, who was wrapped and tied up by the bed curtains next to her, still struggling, and the room in disarray.
Most of the bowls and dishes on the table had shattered on the floor, but there was still a box of intact desserts, Osmanthus Cakes made by the mother of Gao Jiabao, which he had brought for Su Liang to eat.
"What happened?" Gu Ling asked.
Su Liang looked at him with a sickly face, "Someone poisoned my food. I didn't eat it, but Gao Jiabao did, and he went mad, trying to kill. I don't know what poison it is and how to cure it."
"It's Qiu Ming." Gu Ling's voice turned cold.
"Did you see his brow..." Su Liang frowned. If it were Qiu Ming, Gu Ling should not have seen the black mist on his brow afterwards, right?
Gu Ling shook his head, "No. It seems that the purpose of this poison is not to kill."
