"Nonsense! My son was kidnapped and framed by the two of you vicious grandfather and granddaughter!" Qiao Zhuang quibbled.
Qiao Mei did not want to waste her breath on Qiao Zhuang. She pointed at Qiao Gui's pocket and said, "This pocket is full of harmful things. Uncle Zhao, take off his coat and shake it. You'll see everything once you do that. There's rat poison in his pocket, so don't touch it with your bare hands!"
The rat poison in this era was made by unknown manufacturers and ingredients. Some of the rat poisons were even homemade. What if the rat poison could not be washed cleanly off hands and the poison entered the body of the person who touched it?
Qiao Mei was pregnant, so she was extremely cautious in this aspect. She tried her best not to touch poisonous and harmful substances.
