"So, you drugged her." Lu Chuyao nodded.
"It wasn't me." Ning Sheng shook his head. "I thought it was Marisol."
In the end, she was overthinking.
That wasn't Melisol.
Lu Xiaohe also had a lot of things in her hands. She was no longer that delicate child.
"Get up and go home." Lu Chuyao said.
"Where is this?"
"Medical Research Institute."
"What are we doing here? Are you sick?"
Lu Chuyao was speechless.
Sometimes, she couldn't tell if Ning Sheng was a natural idiot or not.
"You're 100% sensitive to other people's matters. Why don't you care about your own matters at all? Are you not going to tell me about Sylvia hypnotizing you if I don't ask you?" Lu Chuyao looked down at Ning Sheng like he was lecturing a child.
Ning Sheng shook his head.
"Did you tell me?"
Ning Sheng still shook her head.
"Say something."