Lin Zhiyi was taken aback by Sang Ran's tone, the cup resting on her lips—neither drinking nor refraining from drinking seemed right.
Sang Ran continued, "Pretend to drink it, and calmly put it down."
Although Lin Zhiyi didn't understand her meaning, she still complied.
Lin Zhiyi pretended to tilt her head back slightly and then slowly set the cup down.
She whispered, "Why?"
Sang Ran gave a bitter smile, "The juice contains miscarriage-inducing drugs."
Lin Zhiyi tightened her grip on the cup, feeling an urge to throw it away, but she couldn't gauge Sang Ran's intentions and didn't dare to act recklessly.
Sang Ran continued as though having a casual chat, "Don't worry, the dosage in there isn't enough to cause an immediate miscarriage; it will only result in symptoms of a threatened miscarriage, like mild abdominal pain."
"..."
Lin Zhiyi felt her hair stand on end as she listened to Sang Ran calmly voice these words, her mind thrown into chaos.