You want to force me to my death

"Put the medicine in Luo Wenbo's champagne."

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked!

Zhong Wan 'er turned her head and looked at her daughter in disbelief.

Even though she had done such an illicit thing with he zhehan before, Lin Jiaojiao, who was wearing a white sweater, still looked as pure as ice and as clean as Jade.

Her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked very pitiful.

"You're talking nonsense!"

The makeup on Lin Jiaojiao's face had been removed, and she looked even paler.

"You guys are in cahoots!"

Lin Jiaojiao's chest heaved up and down violently due to her excitement!

"Why would our Jiaojiao drug Wenbo for no reason?"

As she spoke, Zhong Wan 'er's palm turned cold!

"Say something!"

Zhong Wan 'er's nasal voice was thick as she pushed Lin yanshu, but he remained silent like a closed gourd!

"On what basis?"

Lin Hanxing raised an eyebrow and drooped his long eyelashes.

A dark shadow fell from his face.