The man had a face that wasn't particularly bad-looking, but the hostility in his eyes was impossible to hide.
"This soup hasn't caused any issues for us, nor for the aunt. Can you explain why it caused none for you either?" The old man asked coldly.
The man suddenly dropped to his knees with a loud "thud."
"Master!" The woman's tears started to fall, "I truly didn't mean it! When I was taking my medicine, some powder accidentally fell in. I really didn't do it on purpose!"
"Your medicine?" The old man's gaze turned sharp. "What medicine?"
She carefully pulled out a small bag of medicine from her pocket and handed it to the old man.
It had green packaging with a picture of some unknown celebrity printed on it. It looked incredibly cheap.
"What kind of medicine is this?" The old man asked.
The woman lowered her head and muttered, "Diet pills."
As expected, it was exactly as the doctor had said—weight-loss products.
"Bang—"
