On the other side of the phone, Sarah, "?"
She kept silent for about two or three seconds before she realized what he was talking about.
Before she could ask, Wilson Yeats continued, "He poisoned me just now, but he never thought that I was so good at Kung Fu that a mere little poison couldn't do anything to me!"
"Are you drunk?" Sarah asked decisively as she heard the words from him and his tone was different from usual.
"How could it be possible? You forgot that I didn't drink at all." Wilson Yeats's serious tone almost convinced her, but then he continued, "It was Jason Noth who poisoned me. Although I forced it out just now, there were still some residue that affected my will."
Sarah was speechless....
She pinched her eyebrows and felt a little complicated.
Since her brother was drunk and made a scene at home a few years ago, he was ordered to drink no more than three glasses.