There's someone else behind the poisoning.
Ning Anran slowly nodded, staring at a spot on the floor.
Because of what the old man said, she was lost in thought.
The old man saw her silence and assumed she was pondering the identity of the perpetrator. He gently patted her hand and spoke soothingly.
"Don't be afraid, An Ran. Grandpa won't let them have another chance."
Today's meal definitely wouldn't have any issues—it was prepared by Xiaxia.
Actually, even the old man wasn't sure why, but he never doubted the meals Xiaxia made from start to finish.
The girl put so much thought into the food just to match the taste of the old chef.
Such devotion, could it be fake?
It's a pity, in the end, she was closer to Mu Xiaojiu.
Moreover, he indeed once hurt her.
Gathering his thoughts, he looked at Ning Anran again and asked softly.
"Did the meeting with the uncles today yield any results?"
Ning Anran then lifted her head, meeting the old man's gaze and nodded firmly.
