At that moment, Zhao Dong hadn't gone far. He happened to discover a park not far from the villa that was rich in Spiritual Energy, so he sat down cross-legged to absorb it.
During this time, he pieced things together, connecting the poison in Ji Xiong's room with the earlier reactions of Gao Wei and Li Tianlai. He was eighty percent sure they were behind this. He was also waiting. If Ji Xueyao called him, he would go back and help. If she didn't, he would let it go. There was no need to be friendly to someone who would just give him the cold shoulder.
Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at the number and answered. Ji Xueyao's guilt-ridden voice came through immediately. "Zhao Dong, where are you?"
"What's wrong, Class President?"
