Qiao Rui sat in Pei Liyan's car, heading to the Tea Factory. Fifteen minutes later, the car arrived at the Tea Factory.
Pei Liyan turned to look at Qiao Rui and spoke in a deep voice, "You came here because you've thought of who might have drugged you, right?"
Qiao Rui nodded and didn't hide anything from Pei Liyan. "I do have my suspicions."
"Do you have any evidence?" Pei Liyan asked.
Qiao Rui shook her head. "No, but my intuition tells me it should be her."
Pei Liyan nodded. "If you have a suspect in mind, then there's a good chance you're not wrong."
Qiao Rui was surprised, seemingly not expecting Pei Liyan to believe her words.
She looked at the man with doubt.
Pei Liyan's gaze was torch-like as he looked at her. "I believe in your intuition."
After a brief moment of astonishment, Qiao Rui awkwardly tucked her fringe behind her ear, and her gaze shifted uncomfortably away, "Thank you."