"I didn't eat much." Tang ZhiLuo's voice softened, "Just had some cake and some wine..."
Wine?
Mo Beicheng glanced at the glass of wine by her hand, picked it up and inspected it closely, his expression subtly changing.
"Someone spiked Tang ZhiLuo's drink." Mo Beicheng pulled Qin Shizhou aside, who had been talking to someone, and whispered in his ear.
Qin Shizhou's face darkened. "Who did it?"
"Don't know yet. I'm taking her to the hospital now. You stay here and get to the bottom of this." Mo Beicheng said, and without waiting for a reply, he lifted Tang ZhiLuo into his arms and left the private room.
"Where are we going?" Tang ZhiLuo murmured softly, her whole body limp. She felt unbearably hot, her mind hazy, and she reached out to tug at her collar.
"Restrain yourself."
Mo Beicheng pulled her collar back up, then took off his coat to wrap her in it. "Don't strip your clothes. I'm taking you to the hospital."