Ten minutes ago, on the kitchen countertop was the final dessert, a lily and white fungus soup, exuding a strong aroma of food. Mike looked around to ensure no one was nearby, then discreetly poured the powdered drug into the soup bowls, placed them on a tray, and delivered them to the dining room.
Each person in the dining room had such a bowl of white fungus soup in front of them. Without a close look, no one could tell whether the soup was drugged.
Tang Qingxue was constantly watching Mo Beiyang. Perhaps it was because of what Ding Mo said during the day, she couldn't help but take a few more glances at Mo Beiyang. This man was indeed burly, larger than Mike. Among the group of bodyguards, he naturally blended in as one of them. His gaze was sharp, and there was a certain tough guy aura about him in his every move.
What if this guy discovered everyone's conspiracy, what would happen?
