Han qiqing put the drugged fruit juice back on the table and pretended as if nothing had happened. She reached out for another glass and took a sip.
Then, he frowned. &Quot; what kind of juice is this? it's so bad. &Quot;
Mo Xiaomeng didn't understand and asked, " is it bad? It looks pretty good."
"Try drinking it." Han qiqing distributed the juice to her and Xiaoxiao. She glanced at Xichuan Qianling and said, " what fruit did you make this juice from? The taste is so strange, could it be that the servants used rotten fruit?"
Xichuan Qianling glanced at her and said, " that's impossible! Is there something wrong with your taste?"
"If you don't believe me, you can try." Han qiqing pushed the glass of fruit juice in front of Xichuan Qianling.
Xichuan Qianling picked up the glass without thinking and took a sip. In order to prove that the juice was fine, she took a big gulp.