After the dinner yesterday, when Ding Rongrong went for a walk in the music square, she deliberately turned into a pharmacy and bought a bag of laxative salt.

She already couldn't tell what kind of feeling she had. Before coming to work at Mingxin, she had already forgotten what happened on the night of last year's graduation ceremony. Even though it would affect her for a lifetime, when she thought of it, she no longer had the original heart-wrenching sorrow.

She thought that she had forgotten the past, but she never thought that when she met Ming Junmo again and saw his arrogant face, she would feel resentment in her heart.

At that time, it was her own fault to enter the wrong room, and Ming Junmo, as the another person involved, had already forgotten her. As a result, her resentment could not be revealed.

This prompted her to have a little dark thought: “this critical man had taken away countless precious virgins' nights. If I don’t play pranks on him, I would be regret for the tears that I have shed this year”.

When she came to work this morning with a packet of laxative salt on her back, she hadn't made up her mind to plot against him.

But just now, when Ming Junmo moved closer to her face and looked at her for a long time, saying that he had never seen her, Ding Rongrong instantly became determined.

A woman's heart are always filled with contradictory thoughts. If Ding Rongrong was recognized just now, she would run away and disappear from Ming Junmo's sight forever. However, she was not recognized, which made her feel resentful towards him.

While Ming Junmo returned to the bedroom to change clothes, she poured a small packet of laxative salt into the juice she had just made.

To cover up the odd smell of laxative salt, she collected several kinds of fruits from his fridge, squeezed out a large cup of mixed juice, and added a little salt to the juice.

She secretly tasted it herself. Because the flavor of the mixed fruit juice was too complicated, she could not tell that there was something strange inside.

However, when she handed the juice to Ming Junmo, she was still a little bit nervous, and even her hand trembled slightly, which was noticed by Ming Junmo.

He smiled at her, "You haven't seen so handsome man like me, right? Is your hand shaking like this because you are too excited?"

Ding Rongrong's last bit of guilty feeling disappeared in this instance. She squinted at him and replied unhappily, "I am trembling with anger. Could you please stop being so narcissistic? Your breakfast is ready, and I should go to work now. Take your time."

"Ah! Wait for me to finish my breakfast. Otherwise, who will clean up the kitchen?" Ming Junmo stopped her.

"I am going to clock in, Mr. Ming!" She had already escaped from his living room while saying.

She was actually timid, afraid to face the scene of Ming Junmo drinking that glass of juice. Ever since she was young, she had never plotted against others like this, and it really took courage to do bad things.

When she clocked in and returned to her small office area to sit down, her heart was still restless. She glanced at the door leading to the living room occasionally, worried that Ming Junmo would suddenly rush out and point at her nose and ask, "What did you give me to drink?"

About fifteen minutes later, Ming Junmo walked out elegantly in a light blue suit with a relaxed expression. When passing by Ding Rongrong's desk, he knocked at the table and said, "Remember, I don't drink mixed juice. Please prepare orange juice for me next time."

"Alright, I'll remember." Ding Rongrong sincerely replied.