Lu Moqing didn't know what she was planning to do, but he didn't stop her either.
Seeing her go to the kitchen, moments later, she came out with two cups of coffee, placing one in front of Lu Moqing, saying:
"Have a cup of coffee and let's talk slowly."
Looking at the cup of coffee, Lu Moqing thought of the banquet in the presidential residence nine years ago, when Rong Ying drugged his wine, his eyebrows furrowed, and he didn't intend to touch the coffee.
Rong Ying noticed that he didn't move, seemingly guessing his concern, and smiled self-mockingly, saying:
"Don't worry, I didn't add anything to it."
She pointed her eyes at the outside of the house, saying:
"There must be quite a few of your people out there, even if I added something, could I escape?"
Lu Moqing didn't say anything, but his eyebrows and eyes relaxed slightly.
Rong Ying didn't insist on him drinking the coffee, she picked up the coffee in front of her and took a small sip, saying:
