Jiang Weiyang had already stayed at home for nearly a week and didn't go out. It was the complete opposite of her usual life of going out to drink afternoon tea with her friends every day.
The reason naturally was related to Huo Yichen's birthday banquet that day. However, the person who embarrassed herself at that time should have been Murong Qiao. Jiang Weiyang had always felt that way.
However, she didn't know what went wrong, but in the end, the powder was still in her hands.
Jiang Weiyang was clearly sure that she had indeed changed Murong Qiao's powder when she was in the washroom.
"Young Miss, this is your medicine for today." The servant placed the ointment beside Jiang Weiyang's hand in a low voice and waited for her instructions. There was an imperceptible tremble and fear in her voice.
Hearing the word ointment, Jiang Weiyang subconsciously touched her already smooth face.
