"Lin Chen, do we have any deep-seated hatred between us?" Jia Xiaoqing stared closely at Lin Chen.
"No, why would there be any hatred?" Lin Chen replied with a smile.
"Then why did you try to harm me with a pot of poisonous mushrooms?" Jia Xiaoqing pointed at the pot with bubbling poisonous mushrooms and asked.
Lin Chen chuckled lightly, "I never said you should drink it; you went over there yourself, didn't you?"
With that, Lin Chen also approached the pot, glanced at the rolling soup, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Are you sure you don't want to drink any of it?"
Although the soup in the pot looked fresh and flavorful, Jia Xiaoqing still shook her head, "No, I still want to live a few more years."
"Fine, don't regret it. If you want to drink later, you'll have to pay," Lin Chen laughed, taking the pot off the rack.
