C393 Autophagous Bitter Fruit

Since Mei Jing drank this cup of osmanthus tea, Chiang Zhixuan's expression had not been too good.

She played with the teacup in her hand as she looked at the calm and composed Mei Jing.

A trace of doubt slowly arose in his heart, but soon after, the burning sensation on his body became even more severe.

What's going on? Why is this little bitch so calm?

"Miss Jiang