A Taste Of Your Own Medicine

Xu Xiyan checked her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were still a normal, healthy pink, and she felt perfectly fine. She counted her lucky stars: she hadn't been drugged yet.

She calmly returned to the private room, and found that Zhao Ruiqi had already refilled her empty cup.

Xu Xiyan guessed that her drink had been spiked.

Once she sat down, Zhao Ruiqi lifted her own cup for a toast. "Jing Xi, you finally finished all your scenes. We'll miss seeing you on the set. Here's another toast—I hope we'll be able to get together again in the future."

What a load of bull!

Xu Xiyan snorted inwardly as she raised her cup with a beatific smile on her face.

Zhao Ruiqi stared at Xu Xiyan's cup. She was shouting like a maniac inside: Come on, drink it! It's going to be such a "fun" and "exciting" night for you!

The cup was almost at Xu Xiyan's lips when there was a sudden ke-rack!—it was the sound of a phone hitting the floor.