Yang Yuran grabbed Hen Ningyue and stood at the end of the cafeteria queue, keeping a certain distance from the people in front.
As they slowly moved forward with the queue, she spoke the threats and inducements she had prepared in advance.
"Ningyue, you grew up in a high-ranking family and should have known that the serious investigation would follow Mr. He's incident. Even if you share blood ties, you won't be able to escape. I don't believe you would harm Mr. He, and since he would never eat something unguarded, he wouldn't believe it either."
She spoke softly, occasionally glancing at Hen Ningyue, whose eyes were downcast. Suddenly, Ningyue's eyelashes trembled violently, her eyelids lifted in a panicked look towards her, then quickly lowered again.
Seizing the right moment, Yang Yuran said gravely in a serious, low voice.