"Damn, you're revolting, Ping, by calling her 'Miss Ai', you make me want to throw up all the meals I've had for the past twenty-three years!"
"Yes, yes, yes, Zhijin, you can call me repulsive, utterly disgusting, I don't care, but you have to believe me, I didn't drug you."
Although Jiang Ping is indeed a playboy, he is not the type that only sleeps with women... If he says such a thing, then it certainly has nothing to do with him.
The bottle, only he, Jiang Ping and Ai Jiang had touched it... So... was it Ai Jiang who drugged me?!
As he thought, Han Zhijin's heart pounded, he asked: "Last night, do you know where Ai Jiang went afterward?"
