Jing returned quickly. Hearing his footsteps, Chen Wanqing's heart skipped a beat as she threw back the covers and got out of bed.
She had just put on her shoes and picked up a lined jacket to put on when Jing entered the room.
Seeing her anxious expression, Zhao Jing did his best to soothe her. "Don't panic, Wanqing… It's no use panicking now."
Chen Wanqing shot him a glare. "What exactly is going on? Tell me everything, in detail."
Zhao Jing sat on the edge of the bed, handing her clothes as he recounted what had just happened.
After giving the spice powder to Mr. Zhao's wife, he had called Mr. Zhao outside to talk. In reality, he was asking Mr. Zhao to go with him to the neighboring courtyard.
