The rest was not for her to worry about, even if she wanted to, she could not. After the banquet when everyone had left, Lin Zhenghui asked her, "What poison was put in the tea?"
"It's not deadly or harsh. It causes a bit of nosebleed and mouth bleeding, just enough to embarrass both of us." Bai Ruozhu shook her head and said, "Master, I think being your disciple is very unsafe. The Commerce Association is in chaos. Where they dare to play such tricks, you should be more careful next time."
Lin Zhenghui felt an alternating rush of heat and chill on his face at his disciple's words. All he he could mutter was, "Master will find out what happened and give you an explanation."
It wasn't until Bai Ruozhu and Jiang Yichun left that Lin Zhenghui realized, as the master, why should he be explaining things to his disciple? Was he a failure as a master? But thinking about how he presented himself in public, he cheered up again.