He was also burning hot; his body temperature was all wrong.
Her gaze then fell upon the shattered wine cup at Su Qing's feet.
She crouched down, picked up one of the shards, and sniffed it.
'This scent…' She lifted her head to look at Su Qing.
"They forced you to drink this?"
Su Qing's long, dark eyelashes trembled, his lips growing an even deeper shade of crimson. His voice was low and hoarse.
"A woman sent me a note. I thought it was from my Benefactor, so I came here."
He spoke very slowly.
Su Ye understood. A deep frown formed on her face as she listened.
She pieced together what had happened based on Su Qing's words.
'So they're bullying him because he has no Cultivation? They deliberately tricked him into coming here just to pour this shameless Hehuan Wine down his throat?'
Looking at Su Qing, his skin flushed red and his body wracked by low coughs, he was a truly pitiful sight.
Suppressing her rage toward Nan Ying, Su Ye spoke in a low voice.
