Shao Qingyuan would never forget how his grandfather had looked at him with a ferocious and vicious smile back then. His face had been twisted.
"Yes, I administered the poison. But I was going to give it to you. Why didn't you drink it? Why?"
Shao Qingyuan thought about it and remembered that his grandfather had indeed poured him a glass of water that day, saying that he had worked hard and that his grandfather could not help. Being sick, at most, his grandfather could only pour him a glass of water.
Shao Qingyuan was about to drink when Li Chunxiang came to find trouble and pushed Grandpa Li down.
Shao Qingyuan quickly helped Grandpa Li into the house to rest. When he came out again, Li Chunxiang had already run away in fear.
As for the glass of water on the table, after the commotion just now, it had all spilled out. More than half of it had spilled on the plate of cut peaches on the table.
