Yan Xianjue kept wondering who had drugged Ji the Old Master all the way downstairs after his shower.
It was probably not the same person who had drugged Shen Fangli.
To put it bluntly, what happened to Shen Fangli was more like a prank.
What happened to Ji the Old Master, however, had been aimed directly at crippling him.
Looking at the Ji Household, Yan Xianjue felt that everyone except Ji Heng was a possible suspect.
He could even think of more than one motive for Ji Zhi and Ji Xi, mother and son, to have drugged him.
The chances were just relatively low.
Yan Xianjue muttered to himself as he went downstairs.
The Yan family, seated in the first-floor living room, all fell silent in unspoken agreement.
They listened as Yan Xianjue mentally suspected every single member of the Ji Household.
Yan Ci muttered under his breath, "Ji Xi really had the worst luck of eight lifetimes, working for Yan Xianjue."
"Good things never came his way, but bad things never forgot him."
Yan Wan retorted, "Isn't that a reasonable deduction?"
"In detective novels, you can't overlook even the slightest suspicious detail."
"The people who seem least suspicious are often the final culprit."
Yan Ci's lips moved, but he could not squeeze out a single word for a long while.
It was not until he saw Yan Xianjue at the turn in the staircase.
That he finally managed to force out, "Big Sis, watch a few less episodes of Detective Conan!"
Yan Wan, a die-hard Detective Conan fan: "..."
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As Yan Xianjue approached, he happened to see the anger on Yan Wan's face.
He casually asked, "Big Sis? Who upset you now?"
Could that scumbag have followed Big Sis back to the country?
Yan Wan's feelings became even