Both returned to the private room, and Gu Nanqiao picked up the glass of wine in her hand. "Mr. Li, consider this meal as my treat. I hope you can clearly explain the specific requirements of the collaboration tomorrow. If it's within my ability, I'll do my best to accomplish it."
"Sure, sure, I'll give it some serious thought when I get back, and I'll give you an answer tomorrow," Li Donglin agreed readily.
Gu Nanqiao stared into his eyes and naturally did not miss the flash of scheming in the depths of his gaze.
She clenched the glass and sneered coldly, thinking that during the time she was gone, he had probably already tampered with the drink.
She brought the glass to her lips without drinking, pondering over an excuse to refuse, when she suddenly felt a churn in her stomach, an uncomfortable feeling that made her want to vomit.