Nangong Meng's throat tightened.
She noticed that Zuzi hadn't splattered blood in the bar; that premium champagne she just drank suddenly lost its allure.
It even made her feel a bit nauseous.
The residue in the champagne was like ash, scraping against her throat, making the tiny hairs in her esophagus stubbornly move in the opposite direction.
"Ugh—"
She finally couldn't help but vomit.
What she vomited out was not champagne at all, but saliva mixed with the pulverized ashes of burnt talisman paper!
The talisman paper she had personally crushed, handed over to the bartender to mix into a drink for Zuzi—how could she not recognize it?
"Ugh—"
Nangong Meng panicked.
She had plotted against Zuzi, had Zhang Shensuan cast a spell on the talisman paper for Zuzi, how did it end up in her champagne bottle?
It was an unopened bottle, she had just had it delivered from the hotel lobby, a branded champagne bottle—absolutely no one could have tampered with it.
