"Why do you want to poison Mr. Ye to death?"

Fang Buwei asked directly.

With a "click", the crutch in Yu Erjun's hand fell to the ground, and Yu Qiushui's eyes were also opened like two large glass beads.

"I don't..." Lin Xianru stopped crying suddenly and glanced at Fang Buwei in horror.

Fang Buwei's eyes were like swords, as if they were about to pierce into his heart. With just one glance, Lin Xianru lowered his head.

"I don't...I don't..." Lin Xianru just repeated this sentence, and tears flowed down like flowing water.

Ye Qiushui asked with her eyes wide open, "If it was her poison, why did she get poisoned too?"

"Fake death to prove your innocence?" Before Fang Wu could answer, Ye Qiushui responded from the bank staff.

Fang Buwei nodded.

Lin Xianru suddenly raised her head, her face as pale as the snow in winter.

"This is the poison you put in Young Master Ye's room..."

Fang Buwei took out the porcelain bottle containing the mountain escarp, put it in front of Lin Xianru, and shouted out again: "Are you okay?"

The doctor knocked on the door sweating profusely and handed a colorless glass bottle to Fang Buwei: "It's so amazing. I just smelled it for a while and felt dizzy..."

Fang Buwei nodded and handed over the bottle of nail polish: "This is a miyào you used to use the director and self-actor to create a coma that you were poisoned and unconscious..."

Lin Xian shook like a sieve: "It's not me... these things... are not mine..."

"Not yours?" Fang Buwei asked back, and his heart suddenly moved.

He took out the magazine in his arms, opened the cover, and deliberately pointed to the row of numbers on it and asked, "Is this yours?"

Seeing this book, Lin Xianru looked at Fang Buwei as if she had seen a ghost.

Does it really matter?

Fang Buwei's heart was filled with huge waves.
Chapter completed!