After returning home, Mo Rao collapsed on the sofa tiredly. Mo Yuan hurriedly brought a cup of hot water to her.
"What happened today can really be considered an unforeseen crisis. I wonder who was so bold as to lace the food in public."
Mo Rao sat up and took the hot water from Mo Yuan's hand. Then, she took a small sip.
"Actually, I have a suspect in mind."
When Mo Yuan heard this, he stopped in his tracks and asked tentatively, "You suspect… Qu Rou?"
Actually, his suspect was Qu Rou as well.
There was no other reason. Among the people present, only Qu Rou had the greatest malice towards Mo Rao.
Moreover, Qu Rou was capable of doing such a thing in broad daylight.
Mo Rao nodded. "I suspect it's her, but we don't have any evidence."
With that, she sighed softly.
