The waitress was terrified by Zhang Shiwan, trembling as she said, "I didn't switch... I did as you told me and brought up that glass of juice..."
She sneaked a glance at Zhang Jundian: "Young Master Zhang... Young Master Zhang personally handed the juice to Tang Huai to drink... I really don't know what happened... Maybe... Maybe I accidentally picked up the wrong glass when I was drugging the juice... Miss Zhang, it was also you who instructed me to call someone to room 309 ten minutes later..."
"Slap...!" A loud slap sounded, and the atmosphere suddenly turned eerie.
Man A and Man B looked sympathetically at the waitress, her pale face now flushed red, certainly in pain.
Zhang Shiwan glared bloodthirstily at the waitress she had just slapped to the ground: "You dare to accidentally pick the wrong glass? Do you realize you could have killed me with your carelessness? Let me tell you, if I die, you won't get off easy either!"
