In no time, Ni Yang and Mo Qishen followed Zhao Yu downstairs.
"Aunt Ni is here."
Ni Chengui tried hard to stabilize his emotions and asked, "Yangyang, did you find Zhao Jingrong?"
"Not yet." Ni Yang shook her head.
For some reason, Ni Yang couldn't shake off a sense of dread in her heart.
Ni Chengui said worriedly, "Sigh, where could she have gone?"
Right at that moment, Mo Qishen's brick phone started ringing.
Despite its weight, given the current situation, he kept it in his hand at all times.
Mo Qishen answered the call.
Ni Chengui handed a bowl of sweet soup to Ni Yang, "By the way, Yangyang, I made this sweet soup. Try some."
"Thank you, Aunt Ni." Ni Yang reached out to take the soup.
She harbored no suspicion toward Ni Chengui.
In that instant, Ni Chengui's heart leapt to her throat.
This soup was laced with deadly poison.
If Ni Yang drank it, she would die.
