Drink it down!
Drink it down!
Jiang Guo kept muttering these three words as if his chanting had a real effect, and soon, Zhong Xingyue's hand reached for the orange juice on the table.
By this time, she had let down all her guards and poured herself a glass of orange juice from the table.
Immediately afterward, Zhong Xingyue held the cup with both hands and brought it to her lips, sipping a small amount.
Smacking her lips as if the taste was quite pleasant, a sweet smile appeared on Zhong Xingyue's face, and then she gulped down half the glass.
Success!
Jiang Guo couldn't help but sigh, relieved that he had lured Zhong Xingyue into his trap.
Jiang Guo estimated that it wouldn't take long for the drug to take effect.
Sure enough, after waiting a bit more, Zhong Xingyue's hand went limp, and the cup in her palm slipped and smashed on the floor, breaking into pieces. And she, somewhat groggy, collapsed directly onto the couch, unconscious.
