On the other side, as soon as Yang Cheng got back into the car, Kong Lingwen hurriedly asked, "How did it go? Is Cao Zhihao dead?"
"Not yet, but soon. I gave him a poison pill."
Yang Cheng smiled confidently.
"How could he possibly take the pill you gave?"
Kong Lingwen thought that if Cao Zhihao wasn't a fool, he wouldn't eat such a dubious pill.
"I hypnotized him. His mind is foggy now, and he'll surely take it. He'll die from the poison within an hour after taking it."
Yang Cheng rarely concocted poison; this time it was for Kong Lingwen, who wanted Cao Zhihao to die as miserably as possible, to let Cao Ruibin feel the pain of losing a close relative.
"I should call Cao Ruibin now to tell him the good news."
Kong Lingwen coldly smiled and reached for her phone, dialing Cao Ruibin's number.
"Cao Ruibin, can you guess where I am right now?"
