"Therefore, what you need to do now is think carefully about how to win over Fu Nancheng's heart. That is more important than anything else," Mrs. Chen turned and advised her daughter.
"But that vixen, Qiao Mo, keeps clinging onto him! If it weren't for her, Nancheng might have fallen in love with me long ago!" Chen Shiqing was somewhat resentful.
"Alright, aren't we helping you deal with Qiao Mo today?"
Hearing this, Chen Shiqing's eyes brightened somewhat: "But I just saw Qiao Mo's glass of wine, she only took two sips, will the drug work?"
"Don't worry, just watch," came the reply.
Hearing this, Chen Shiqing looked up at Qiao Mo.
Qiao Mo was standing alone next to the long table, her cheeks flushed, and a hint of fragrant sweat was seeping from her forehead. From afar, it looked like she had applied fine rouge, making her extraordinarily captivating.
Jealousy flashed in Chen Shiqing's eyes.
