As Wu Xiufan and Alex drove back to the mansion, a sense of calm washed over them. The evening had been a success, and they were both content.
Suddenly, Wu Xiufan's expression changed. He clutched his chest, his face turning pale.
"Alex," he gasped, his voice weak. "I don't feel well."
Alex, alarmed by Wu Xiufan's sudden distress, immediately pulled over to the side of the road. He turned to Wu Xiufan, his eyes filled with concern.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.
Wu Xiufan nodded, his face still pale. "I think I drank something bad," he said, his voice weak.
Alex's heart sank. He knew that Wu Xiufan was a man of power and influence, and he was sure that someone had tried to poison him.
Without hesitation, Alex reached under his seat and pulled out a first aid kit. He took out a small vial of antidote and administered it to Wu Xiufan.
