Qin Qin nodded her head, and as she looked down, her eyes were filled with a predatory bloodlust. Even without her "ghost eyes," how could she not sense something was amiss with her keen understanding of medicines?
"Sleeping drugs mixed with an aphrodisiac, how wonderful," she thought.
Well played, Wu Qinlan. Well played, Meng Beiping. Well played, Meng Ning. Well played, Meng Family, how wonderfully played!
Lifting the bowl of black-bone chicken soup, Qin Qin glanced once more at the trio, taking in the excitement, anticipation, and anxious expressions at the bottom of their eyes.
Picking up the soup spoon, she drank one mouthful after another.
"Is it tasty? Have another..." Wu Qinlan was about to speak when Meng Ning's excited voice interrupted her.
"It's perfect, she drank it, we've succeeded," Meng Ning stood up, pointing at Qin Qin and said with excitement, a sneer laced with triumph in her tone, "What good is being on guard? You've still fallen right into our hands."
