"But who injected the laxative into the dishes? It feels like this matter isn't that simple," An Hao expressed a faint concern. "It's all too coincidental! Do you think someone has a conflict of interest with you and doesn't dare to confront you openly, so they resort to these despicable methods?"
"Hmm. This matter is quite peculiar, just be careful of the people around you! Don't let anyone stab you in the back," Zhang Yun advised Qin Jian.
"Hmm. Don't worry! I will be more cautious from now on," Qin Jian nodded thoughtfully.
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After dinner, Qin Jian walked back from a stroll with An Hao, and they both went upstairs.
As the weather gradually warmed, An Hao took the opportunity while Qin Jian was also at home to ask him to help organise the wardrobe—storing away the winter clothes and bringing out the spring attire.
