699. Arabian Nights!

A few minutes later, people began setting their computers to sleep mode, punching out, and heading downstairs of the office building to find food. The Baked Fish Quartet successfully teamed up and took the descending elevator together.

"Xiao Zhang, didn't you say you were going down to the pharmacy? Are you sick?"

"The weather's been unusually hot lately, maybe Sister Zhang has heatstroke?"

Dressed in a pink shirt, Xiao Zhang shook her head upon hearing this, leaning against the elevator wall and chatting casually, "Not at all. I need to make a trip to the factory this afternoon; Secretary Yang asked me to pick up a bottle of Cloudscape Pharma's Anti-Reduction Ointment on the way, saying it's for the lab there to study."

"Oh—so that's it. Is that the Anti-Reduction Ointment from Cloudscape Pharma that was announced at yesterday's press conference?"

"Yes, I don't even know what's so special about this ointment that they made such a big deal with a press conference."