"Yan Zhi, do you know why Shi Yan works for Third Master?" Lu Xiaoyou asked her again.
Yan Zhi shook her head.
Lu Xiaoyou gazed at the tea leaves floating in the glass and said:
"I think at first, Shi Yan did it for himself, but he didn't expect that you would be left in the Bodhi Courtyard by Long Wushe."
"What do you mean?" Yan Zhi was confused.
Lu Xiaoyou raised her head, and the expression on her face left Yan Zhi feeling puzzled, "Yan Zhi, I'm sorry."
Why was she apologizing to her?
Recently, why do people keep inexplicably apologizing to her?
It was like this with Third Master, and now with Lu Xiaoyou too.
Lu Xiaoyou glanced at the time on her phone.
Seconds after the digits jumped again, Yan Zhi, who was sitting opposite her, fell unconscious on the sofa chair.
She had drugged the tea Yan Zhi drank, and within fifteen minutes of consumption, she would fall unconscious.
