Shi Shengtian slightly furrowed his brows. Does this mean he's not planning to let me leave?
He slightly shook his head and was just about to expose Su Mo's deceit about poisoning him, which he had already discovered.
He wanted him to know that it was impossible to manipulate him using this method.
He could come and go as he pleased; who in the entire Nanhai could stop him?
Just then, he heard approaching footsteps. He looked up to see someone with a somewhat familiar face, holding a tray, walking slowly towards him.
With a slight focus, he was taken aback:
"The sick young master?"
The sick young master, holding the tray, approached and served the dishes on it.
Upon hearing this, he glanced at Shi Shengtian without acknowledging him, merely putting away the tray and standing solemnly to the side.
Shi Shengtian felt a jolt in his heart.
In Nanhai, there were very few experts in poisons, not even enough to fill one hand.
Among them was this sick young master.
