"Our group was discussing a film investment project in the hotel. Your dad was sitting by the window, suddenly slapped his neck. I thought it was a mosquito and didn't pay much attention, but soon after, he fainted. The window was open at the time, and I wondered if someone had used a dart on him, but nothing was left at the scene."
Wen Meimei deemed the dart possibility unlikely, and asked, "Could it be the food or drinks?"
Sister Long said, "Ajun is already investigating. If there's a problem, we'll have results soon. What I'm worried about now is who wants to harm your dad."
Wen Meimei frowned, "Did Dad have any enemies before?"
Sister Long asserted, "Aju is gentle and discreet in his actions. While others rely on tactics to secure their position, your dad relies on his charisma. It's impossible that he has any enemies."
If not Dad's enemies, could it be her enemies?
Wen Meimei's heart trembled fiercely, her face turning several shades paler.
