"Dengke! Dengke, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Feng squatted in front of Pei Dengke, supporting the back of his neck with one hand and shaking his body with the other.
Seeing no response, he squeezed through the crowd and ran to Qi Guanghe, asking, "Young Master Qi, what's your situation?"
To his surprise, Qi Guanghe, who had been barely breathing, suddenly opened his eyes and kept blinking and raising his eyebrows.
As if to say: Don't just stand there, we both laid down, you should lie down too.
"... Xiao Feng."
I didn't even drink, why should I lay down? If you're going to fake an accident, at least stick to some basic logic, right?
However, now is not the time to get caught up in this.
Xiao Feng casually grabbed the bodyguard nearest to him and whispered something in his ear.
The bodyguard immediately revealed a look of realization and shouted, "Quickly secure that cup of rat tail juice to prevent anyone from destroying the evidence."
