The cake was indeed well made.
Li Zhu nodded, "Good."
Han Xiaozheng personally cut a piece.
The cake was made by Sheng Tang, who had a slight smile at the corner of his eye. He cut a small piece and served it to Li Zhu.
Feng Yijin and Wei Chengjun both saw this.
Wei Chengjun was a bit worried, "Could it lead to something fatal?"
"No, my uncle's house has doctors." Feng Yijin laughed, but in his eyes was a gleam of satisfaction from his successful scheme.
It's almost time, we're about to see Sheng Tang in trouble.
Li Zhu rather enjoyed it, and took a couple of bites.
However, after the third bite, her face suddenly looked not quite right.
She put down the cake, appearing to be choking.
"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Han Xiaozheng asked hastily.
Feng Yijin hid his glee and ran over as well, "What's wrong?"
Her voice was loud.
