Shen Lan walked to the man with a silver needle, "Well, isn't it time you admit it now?"
The man, Liu Hai, was just a hired hand. He heard that Shen Lan was poisoned and there was ten thousand yuan in it for him.
Usually, he only made two thousand yuan a month, but with this kind of money now, he was naturally tempted.
He didn't expect his secret to be uncovered so quickly.
By now, he realized clearly that no matter how he tried to allot excuses, it would be futile. Scratching his head, he bowed and confessed, "Yes, I did it."
"I admit it, it was indeed me."
Shen Lan did not look pleased at his confession, there was no joy in her demeanor.
She just felt that life was too exhausting, always on guard against threats, one careless step could cost her life.
Shen Lan took a deep breath; Cheng Yanqing comforted her, "Don't be sad, I'm here for you. I'll arrange for a bodyguard to protect you tomorrow."
