Madam Wei thought for a moment, still hesitating.
"What if you drank the antidote?"
Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi'er couldn't help but laugh.
Her dark eyes were bright, shimmering like water.
"Then what would be the point of me harming her? What benefit would I gain?"
"If it were for... ahem," Bai Zhi'er lightly coughed, changing her words, "for Song Yingchuan, to vent my anger on you, I wouldn't just target her alone."
Feng Fuce looked at Madam Wei coldly.
He reminded, "If it wasn't an accident, then finding the true culprit isn't difficult."
"Who stands to gain after Song Qingrui is injured is the one who did it."
Bai Zhi'er followed up with a question: "So Madam Wei, do you still think it was me?"
Madam Wei furrowed her brows tightly, her eyes darting quickly.
If Song Qingrui's face was ruined, she couldn't go out.
But what does it mean not being able to go out...
Madam Wei couldn't figure it out.
