Wen Meimei got back into the car, anxiously staring ahead, her mind filled with thoughts about the toxic Tangguo.
At this point, it's unclear how severe the toxin in Tangguo is. There's a fear that An Shijie might go insane in his power struggle and inject an excessive amount of drugs into Tangguo.
Bu Qingqing saw her worried expression in the rearview mirror and asked with concern, "Young madam, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm worried about Tangguo's health."
"Don't worry, leave it to Mu Zhuoshen, he will definitely have a solution," Bu Qingqing smiled.
Leave it to Mu Zhuoshen?
That's right, Mu Zhuoshen had previously cured the handsome old man and her of the poison. The poison in Tangguo is just very ordinary poison; it should be fine, right?
That's how she thought, but her heart was still uneasy.
At this moment, her phone suddenly rang.
Wen Meimei took out her phone and glanced at the caller ID: Qiao King of Hell.
Then she answered the call, "Qiao King of Hell."
