What the Prophet Has Prepared for Me?

Gu Ruoyun's expression didn't look too good: "I wonder where this Tang Yan got so many strange poisons."

Su Mingyu was also confused, "Back then when you went to Tang Yan's house, what was the situation inside?"

"I've only lived in his house for a day or two, and I'm actually not very familiar with him." Gu Ruoyun furrowed her brows as she looked at her: "What are you suspecting?"

"Nor is it …" Su Mingyu pursed her lips, "Forget it, there's no evidence on this matter yet. I'll tell you when I figure it out."

Gu Ruoyun nodded: "I'll wait for you."

On the morning of the second day, Su Mingyu rose from her bed and the door to her room was knocked.

Su Mingyu patted the bed, it was empty.

It looked like Gu Ruoyun had already woken up, but Su Mingyu had no choice but to wake up and open the door.

When the door opened, she saw Tang Ziyan's pretty face. Su Mingyu was slightly stunned, "Young Master Tang, you …" What is this? "