Inspecting Tingye's body thoroughly, lest her son shows any signs of discomfort.
"Bang—"
The spoon in Dan Hanxi's hand was knocked to the ground by her.
He lifted his head to meet Qin Youxuan's guarded gaze, his chest tightened.
"What are you afraid of, that I'll poison his food?"
"..."
"Well, he is Dan Hanjie's son. If he dies, Dan Hanjie will be devastated. If I use slow-acting poison, I could enjoy watching the effects take hold, record it for Dan Hanjie, and let him taste the agony of watching a loved one die before him!"
"..."
Qin Youxuan's body trembled, all color drained from her face.
She tightened her grip around Tingye, turned abruptly, and rushed toward the door.
"Quick, tell the driver to head to the hospital!"
Holding the little silent child tightly, Qin Youxuan's heart pounded beyond her limits.
Dan Hanxi's words echoed incessantly in her ears.
"Hurry! Drive faster, go to the hospital financed by the Ye Family!"
...
"Bang—"
