"Um... Just some kind of sedative, I guess."
If Huo Zhanting knew that Ouyang Yan tried to drug him with such a substance, he wouldn't even wait to see how the drama unfolds before Ouyang Yan vanished from this world.
Huo Zhanting's sword-like eyebrows furrowed, seemingly in disbelief.
"Just a sedative?"
"Pretty much. Anyway, that cup of wine was drunk by Ouyang Yan herself, so whatever drug it was, she brought it upon herself," An Lan said vaguely with a chuckle.
Huo Zhanting was silent for two seconds, then said in a deep voice.
"Wait for me." Then he hung up the phone.
An Lan put away her phone, pulling Ouyang Yan who was swaying wildly on the ground, shivering from the cold, and couldn't help but click her tongue—it was indeed a miserable sight. If she had been careless, even with someone guarding the door, once Ouyang Yan sobered up, she would face utter social demise.
She crouched down, patted Ouyang Yan's flushed face.
