Spendthrift

Tang Wenyi stood rooted to the ground, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. Although there had long been rumors about the fake medicine, as long as she refused to admit it, there was still room for negotiation. Now that she had to admit that it was her fault, how could she open her mouth?

This time, even Lu Ze sensed that something was wrong. He looked at the pill in Lu Ming's hand and then at his mother. He asked in confusion, "When did Xingwei produce this preventive medicine? Mom, since you think it's very effective, why don't you quickly pass it to me?"