C1420 Poison

After Chu Qing entered, he set down the soup. Fu Ling looked at him with a puzzled expression and asked, "What's this? Did you make it for me?"

Chu Qing, hearing her question, glanced at the bowl of soup and gave a slight nod. As he looked down, a flicker of disappointment passed through Fu Ling's eyes, but she quickly masked it with a smile and took a seat