Ye Mohan just smiled, the coffee they ordered had already been served.
"I didn't know what flavor you like, so just make do." Ye Mohan always felt that both the people and the coffee were something enjoyed by the upper class, adding a touch of arrogance to his demeanor.
Qiao Xiaren said nothing, just handed over the documents in her hand: "Sign it."
Ye Mohan took the pen, but his eyes began scanning the surroundings.
Qiao Xiaren didn't notice his subtle actions, she just picked up the coffee and took a sip. Unexpectedly, the coffee was so hot that Qiao Xiaren frowned and took a quick sip, accidentally spilling some.
"Are you okay?"
Ye Mohan suddenly stood up, using a napkin to wipe the corners of her mouth.
"I'm fine." Qiao Xiaren reached out to block, instinctively wanting to dodge, but she suddenly felt her body go numb, unable to move. Qiao Xiaren knew something was wrong.
He had drugged her.
