C290 Zhao Nuoyan's Card

Zhao Nuoyan sat on the sofa, the red wine glass in her hand lightly swaying. Her gaze was fixed on the television screen, the corner of her mouth curled into a bloodthirsty smile.

She hadn't expected him to find the wine drugged and hidden cameras.

However, Qi Luofan had underestimated her. Ever since she was young, she knew that there were some things that needed to be done