Zhao Zhenghao also jumped in fright.
Zhao Baoyan usually hid it too well, like a jade-faced fox, with all the sinister and cunning masked under that stunning facade.
But now he wasn't even pretending, and was thinking about killing him!
Zhao Zhenghao slapped the table and stood up. "You finally said it, you want me dead."
Zhao Baoyan gently wiped away the blood from the corner of Fu Cai's mouth with a towel, his eyes unable to hide the panic.
"Caicai, don't scare me, quickly tell me where it hurts?"
Fu Cai tilted her neck back, the blood spilling into her mouth, in large gulps, she uncomfortably turned her face away, spitting a mouthful of blood directly onto the ground.
Even Zhao Zhenghao thought she was poisoned.
"It has nothing to do with me, everything eaten and drank tonight was prepared by her…"
Fu Cai bent over, hearing Zhao Baoyan's voice in panic, him getting flustered, he picked up his phone, ready to dial 120.