Han Shuangshuang merely lowered her head, not uttering a word, her complexion as deathly pale as her name suggested, frost-white like the winter snow.
Seeing her demeanor, Han Shaobing knew there must be some hidden story. He thought, even if Han Shuangshuang had unintentionally offended Ye Qingci, as long as he was there, relying on his friendship with Jian Shichu, a sincere apology from Han Shuangshuang to Ye Qingci should suffice to resolve any issues.
But what he didn't expect was that, when he arrived at the Jian Family Villa's living room with Han Shuangshuang and saw Jian Shichu,
Jian Shichu told him that Han Shuangshuang had poisoned Ye Qingci.
Moreover, to this day, no antidote had been found.
Ye Qingci might die!
Han Shaobing was stunned, looking incredulously at Han Shuangshuang, "Shuangshuang, did you do this? Why did you poison your sister-in-law's drink? You didn't even know her before, did you?"
