The next day, Qin Yi was obviously in a great mood because the medicinal herbs would be arriving today. If he successfully concocted the Breakthrough Pill, he could advance to the Qi Cultivation Middle Stage.
Feeling cheerful inside, he opened the door and pushed his wheelchair out.
But the next second, he collided with something, hitting his face head-on, squishing it out of shape.
It turned out someone had stretched a few strips of transparent tape across the doorframe outside, perfectly aligned with his face. He accidentally bumped into it and it stuck firmly. Peeling it off was painfully stinging to his cheeks.
"Haha..." Lin Hongzhuang came over, laughing proudly at Qin Yi's somewhat irate expression.
Qin Yi's face darkened instantly; he knew Lin Hongzhuang was definitely the one behind this nasty prank.
"Feels good? You deserve it, for spoiling things," Lin Hongzhuang said with full satisfaction.
