"Hehe."
Lin Caisang let out a foolish laugh.
"You're here, right? You've descended like a god, saving me from this peril."
You must keep up the flattery with Ya Molian in order to go smoothly about Hongling Town.
At that, Ya Molian glared at her. Taking advantage after being given a favor, this girl must be thinking that he's so easily pleased, satisfied with just a few compliments?
"Have you ever considered that the young master of the Gong family was sick before he was poisoned?" he asked.
"This..."
Lin Caisang looked doubtful for a moment, and then she shook her head.
"That's impossible. Even if he was sick, it wouldn't be so contagious. Otherwise, no one in the Gong residence would be unaware. And I have seen those women, all sickly, but they only got infected later."
If that Young Master Gong, such a womanizer, had contracted some infectious disease, he would definitely have spread it to those women first.
