Don't Rush Off

After pouring the wine, Zeng Fanren raised his glass and looked at Ye Chen with nervous anticipation in his eyes.

With acting this poor, Zeng Fanren still dared to come out and make a living?

A faint smile curled at Ye Chen's lips. He picked up his glass and clinked it against Zeng Fanren's.

"Thanks. We're colleagues at the same company, so misunderstandings are inevitable. There's no need to take them to heart," Ye Chen said with a smile.

Overjoyed, Zeng Fanren immediately drained the wine in his glass.

Seeing Zeng Fanren take the initiative to apologize to Ye Chen and let bygones be bygones, Fu Yi was also delighted. He thought that after the New Year, Zeng Fanren had finally grown up and become sensible.

Ye Chen held the baijiu in his mouth for a moment before swallowing it.

It was actually a throat-destroying poison—colorless and tasteless, at that.

There would be no immediate abnormalities. Only after several days would the symptoms appear.

By the time the symptoms appeared, the poisoning would already be severe and beyond treatment.

What a vicious scheme.

Though it wouldn't kill anyone, a good voice was a singer's life.

Zeng Fanren really was rotten to the core.

If Ye Chen didn't have an immunity to all poisons, once he was poisoned by something like this, he would never be able to sing beautiful songs again.

Zeng Fanren really was irritating. He kept finding new ways to court death. A dog could never stop eating shit.

Since it was such good stuff, naturally Zeng Fanren should have a taste himself and learn what it meant to reap what he sowed.

But Zeng Fanren wasn't a singer and didn't make a living with his voice. Simply ruining his throat would be letting him off too easily.