Kong Xiangdong chuckled softly and pointed to his own head without any trace of concealment.
"The poison has already entered the brain, causing some mental issues, but it's not a big deal. I won't die just yet."
As soon as he said this, the atmosphere at the wine table became eerily strange.
Zhao Ya hadn't said anything yet, but Yang Zhan and Jing Rou, sitting at a distance, both wore expressions of shock.
Is this kind of thing something you can casually bring up?
Especially Yang Zhan, cold sweat was breaking out on his forehead.
If it were possible, he truly wished he had been deaf a moment ago.
After all, knowing such a secret is nothing but harmful and not a bit beneficial to him!
Jing Rou and Zhao Ya could simply leave, but he still had to make a living in the small town.
Just as the two of them were turning pale at the thought, Kong Xiangdong suddenly laughed.
"Alright, no point in talking about these things, come on, let's continue drinking!"
