Qin Yuan also heard these discussions.
But as long as he was there, how could Baldy possibly not hand over the antidote?
But a look of confusion appeared on Baldy's face, and he seemed utterly bewildered.
"Yuanqing, what on earth are you talking about? I can't understand at all. Where is the poison? I definitely don't have any poison on my hands."
"You're being unreasonable saying this. Why do I feel like you're deliberately framing me? There's no chance that I could have poison."
"How could I possibly have poison? You must be mistaken, and since you are mistaken, shouldn't you apologize to me?"
And he still wants an apology?
Even after poisoning, he actually demands an apology.
Such thick-skinned audacity.
Qin Yuan's expression gradually darkened, then he immediately said.
"I advise you to quickly hand over the antidote; I am not a very patient man, especially when I'm speaking politely to you."
