Give Mianmian back to me

Ruan Mengmeng did not waste any time. She immediately asked the Butler to get a microscope and cut up the White part of the black pill.

Then, he dripped some oil into the mirror and observed the situation under the 100x microscope.

Just as Zhan mo had said, the White parts of the black pill were filled with insect eggs.

While ruan Mengmeng was observing carefully, Zhan mo, who was at the side, could not help but reveal a slightly surprised expression.

Ruan Mengmeng's eyes and expression were completely different from Zhan Jia 'er's when she was serious about her work.

If Zhan Jia 'er was a flower that could only rely on others, then ruan Mengmeng was more like a small tree that was already growing in the sun.

Seeing ruan Mengmeng like this, Zhan Mo's deep black pupils contracted even more.

"Mengmeng, Yingying." He couldn't help but call her.