Zheng Lingling nodded, "When did I ever fail to handle something properly?"
Sun Wu's suspended heart finally settled, "That's good.
With Ni Yang dead, nobody else could pose a threat.
Ni Cuihua wasn't even one-tenth as capable as Ni Yang.
In time, the Zheng Family would still belong to the three of them!
Sitting at her dressing table and starting to apply cream to her face, Zheng Lingling expressed her concern, "Do you think Ni Yang will find out about this?"
Sun Wu replied, "No way, didn't Aunt Jiang say that stuff is colorless and odorless? Ni Yang is no deity; how could she possibly discover it?"
On the other side, Zheng Suyu sat on the bed, sobbing silently.
She held the glass bottle tightly in her hand, her knuckles already turning white.
She didn't know what to do.
Would she really have to go through with poisoning Ni Yang?
The next day, Ni Yang made a trip to the Detective Agency.
