An Ziqi smiled and reassured the two of them, "Don't worry, it's fine, it just splashed on my clothes. I'll go to the restroom to clean it off."
"I'll go with you," the staff member quickly offered.
An Ziqi nodded, greeted Mu Qing, and then followed the staff member outside.
In the private room, only Mu Qing was left.
Looking at the two cups of coffee in front of her, her face was pale. Her hand under the table tightened, then loosened, and then gripped tightly again.
After struggling for a long time, she reached into her bag, took out a small glass bottle filled with white powder.
She really didn't want to do this, but thinking about the package she received in the morning, her father whose life and death were unknown at the moment, and the call from Lan Huan.
Mu Qing closed her eyes, bit her lip hard, and with trembling hands poured the white powder from the bottle into the coffee cup in front of An Ziqi.
