Ma — marriage...?

Meanwhile, as soon as Matthew Xi closed the door, he glanced at it one more time. Fishing out his phone inside his pocket, Matthew Xi called his assistant as he walked away. 

It took less than a ring before the line connected. "Young Master," Paul Qian greeted solemnly. 

"Fill me in." Matthew Xi ordered, as he headed towards the hospital parking ground. 

"Young Master, about the incident, the bartender who served you last night also quit in the next few hours. We tried to get his information but he was working under the table. We can get more information, but I'm afraid it would take a few days." Delving instantly on Matthew Xi's main concern, Paul Qian filled him in as Matthew Xi told him he was nearly drugged. 

Obviously, Paul Qian had given this situation his highest priority. To him, it was good that Matthew Xi didn't drink it.