Zheng Ran looked at this person who had been saying he was hungry but now refused to eat properly with some confusion, then exchanged a glance with Fang Zeyu. Fang Zeyu shrugged his shoulders. Who knows what a woman is thinking?
"I didn't poison it!" Zheng Ran stirred the white soup, on which a wolfberry floated.
Rachel Xia remembered that the man had carved something on his body with a knife, but because it was too painful at the time, he didn't feel what the man had carved. Although it was the doctor who applied the medicine to him, judging from their behavior, those private doctors should have reported any injuries on his body.
Rachel Xia raised her head, her facial features were almost wrinkled, but her protesting stomach did not allow her to continue playing ostrich.
"It's no big deal, it's just a word carved on my B*tt!" Fang Zeyu stabbed with precision.
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