Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes once more, "How do you know about these?"
"Xiao Ran told me in person; she often shares her inner thoughts with me."
Seeing his full attention was now on the matter, Pei Ruoshui took the cup from the man's hand, picked up the wine bottle to pour him more, and in the moment she grasped the bottle, the white powder hidden beneath her fingernail also shook out into it.
As soon as the white powder touched the wine, it dissolved without a trace.
Colorless, tasteless.
Under normal circumstances, no one could or would dare to play these tricks in front of Mo Nanjue, but today, his mind was wholly consumed by the words Pei Ruoshui had said until she handed him the glass, and only then did he snap back to reality.
Indeed, as long as Tong Ran was mentioned, she was this man's Suppressing Mountain Charm, Pei Ruoshui thought, even if she had put a knife to his neck just now, he probably wouldn't have noticed.
Did he truly care so much about Tong Ran?!
