Zhao Nuanyue checked the time. It was a little after two in the afternoon; there should still be a bus back to the city.
'I have to go. Right now!'
Yesterday, only one of the fish dishes had been drugged with sleeping pills. Today, she suspected almost every dish would be. If she didn't eat, it would arouse Zhao Jinghai's and Wang Lianhua's suspicion. But if she did, she would be drugged, pass out, and be framed by those people, helpless like a lamb to the slaughter.
'Go. I have to go immediately.'
Zhao Nuanyue saw that her mother looked exhausted and said softly, "Mom, you're too tired. Why don't you go lie down for a bit?"
Hearing her daughter's concerned words, Xia Yingyu was overjoyed. She had been afraid that her daughter resented her. Seeing now that Nuanyue didn't hold a grudge, she was deeply relieved. "Alright, I'll go rest for a while," she said. "I'm getting older. I don't have the energy I used to."
