After interrupting Vivian's little actions, Jiang Yu did not unleash full force, challenging the other five witches present as Zheng Qing had imagined. Instead, with a smile on her face, she slipped a small bowl into Zheng Qing's hand.
"This is the bitter herb soup I cooked today, have a taste and see how it is."
While speaking, she turned her back slightly to the other witches, as if instructing Zheng Qing on how to consume the soup, but in reality, she whispered a near-inaudible command, "Don't look around, now, lean to my ear and say something casually..."
Zheng Qing didn't hesitate at all and followed the instructions honestly.
"What should I say?" He leaned toward the witch's ear, with a hint of nervousness in his tone.
Then he noticed the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of Jiang Yu's mouth.
