Ma Zhihao pursed his lips, lazily following Tang Huai: "I just got poisoned by mushrooms, why do you say someone intentionally harmed me?"
"I'm just suspecting, whether it's true or not still needs investigation." Tang Huai replied.
"Why suspect? Sometimes, when you pick mushrooms in the mountains yourself, you might pick the wrong ones, right?"
Tang Huai stopped.
Because she had reached a crossroads.
She looked around, there were quite a few stall owners, "Can you find out which stall owner sold the mushrooms?"
Ma Zhihao and Zhao Guo stopped and looked around carefully.
Zhao Guo said hesitantly: "Huh, I didn't see that old lady."
Liu Qianghua: "Her tricycle is gone too, doesn't look like someone switched to guard the stall."
"She's old, isn't it normal to pack up early and go home?" Ma Zhihao said indifferently.
"Is it really late?" Tang Huai turned back, glancing at Ma Zhihao.
Ma Zhihao looked at the watch on his wrist: "Only nine o'clock?"
