"My stomach's not feeling well," PorkCongee said, declining. "I can't drink."
Fiona Lee, however, didn't seem to realize PorkCongee was just trying to get out of drinking. "Upset stomach? It's fine. Just take a token sip."
Although the audience in the live stream couldn't see what was happening, they could hear the conversation.
[Fuck, that drink is definitely drugged, and she's still saying 'just one sip is fine'!]
[Thank God the police are almost there. The suspense is killing me.]
[Not being able to see makes it even more tense.]
[This 'sister' is so disgusting.]
PorkCongee had the same thought as the viewers. She stared at the drink in Fiona Lee's hand, her nails digging into her palm as the disgust and rage inside her intensified.
'She's truly disgusting.'
"I can't drink even a single sip." The police were almost there, giving PorkCongee a surge of confidence, and she couldn't be bothered to pretend anymore. "It's getting late. I'm going to head back."
