Upon hearing this, Cheng Ling immediately sobered up, "Mr. Ming, what did you say? Are you talking about Bi Qing or Jian Xi?"
"Aren't they the same person?" Ming Wei said with a faint smile.
Cheng Ling shook his head vigorously, "How is that possible? Bi Qing is at least forty years old, Jian Xi is only eighteen..."
"Exactly! They can't possibly be the same person," Ming Wei said with a smile, opening the second bottle of Peach Blossom Wine. While Cheng Ling wasn't paying attention, he mixed the drug powder into it, "Come on, drink up. This is my last bottle of Peach Blossom Wine."
Cheng Ling hesitated for a moment but eventually could not resist the temptation of the Peach Blossom Wine and drank a small cup.
No sooner had she swallowed the wine than she felt dizzy and disoriented. She shook her head and stood up, "Mr. Ming, I can't drink anymore. I have to go, goodbye..."
"Wait a minute." Ming Wei reached out and pulled her.
