Bang!
The porcelain bottle shattered. Following that, there was a knock on the door.
"Son-in-law, did you feel anything strange just now?" Qingshui pushed the door open and fell to the ground.
"What's wrong?" Qin Huai restrained his aura, looking at the pale Qingshui with a slightly surprised expression.
"I think someone poisoned our courtyard!" Qingshui's lips were colorless, and her entire body was sweating.
Qin Huai immediately got off the bed and walked toward Qingshui.
However, when he took a step forward, Qingshui's face, which was originally pale, turned even paler. Her limbs were trembling, and her eyes were starting to lose focus.
"Son-in-law, don't come over..." Qingshui shouted weakly.
Qin Huai stopped in his tracks and looked at Qingshui's reaction thoughtfully. He quickly returned to the bed, and her reaction became a little better.