Zheng scratched his head and laughed, "I'm just worried curiosity might kill the cat!"
Wu Jie let out a cold snort and crooked his finger.
"If you don't want to try it, hand it back to me. This thing is extremely valuable!"
"I know, of course I know!" Zheng chuckled nervously, "Any high-tech product just out of development is always priceless stuff—I get it! So..."
Before he finished speaking, Zheng suddenly swallowed it in a single gulp, as though chugging alcohol.
"What the—?! You think this is liquor? 'Drink deep for feelings' or something!?"
"Can't I?" Zheng retorted.
Wu Jie shook his head.
He whipped out his phone and began tinkering with it.
Zheng set the bottle down, shook his head lightly, and calmly focused on whether his body felt different.
After a while—nothing.
"Hey hey hey, this wouldn't happen to be fake medicine, would it? Why don't I feel a single thing?"
