The More I Talk, the More I Feel That It's Poison

Hua Qingmei didn't say anything. She just placed a packet of powder in Sun Lirong's hands.

"What is this?" Sun Lirong was not very smart. She had no idea what Hua Qingmei was up to.

"Lirong, this is a packet of sleeping pills. Believe me, it's only sleeping pills." Hua Qingmei lowered her voice. "I know that every night, your grandfather would drink a cup of calming soup. Put this packet of sleeping pills into his soup…"

"W-what are you doing…" Sun Lirong was so frightened that she couldn't even speak properly. She almost threw the medicine bag on the ground.

Hua Qingmei said that it wasn't poison, but the more she said that, the more she felt that it was poison.

"Look at you. You can't capture Xinming's heart like this!" Hua Qingmei's eyes were filled with disdain.

Seeing that Sun Lirong had lowered her head again, she immediately put on a pleasant expression.