Bai Yurou was vomiting and had diarrhea, already in a state of extreme weakness.
Lying on the bed, her face pale and visibly sickly.
Her phone rang, and with difficulty, she answered the call.
"I had someone deliver medicine to you. How are you feeling after taking it?"
Bai Yurou said weakly, "Throwing up and having diarrhea, I feel like I'm even throwing up bile."
"The medicine you slipped into Bai Jingting's drink reacted with the medication already in your system. That's why you're feeling this terrible. I told you to drug Bai Jingting; how did it end up like this, and why did you drink the soup?"
The voice on the other end was filled with questions and anger.
If he hadn't considered Bai Yurou still useful, he would have unleashed his fury on her already.
Bai Yurou struggled to speak: "It's all because of Nan Qiao. It was as if she knew I had drugged the soup, not allowing Bai Jingting to drink it, forcing me to take a sip."