Meanwhile, the ten milliliters of Gu Xi's blood had, through Zhou Jing, made its way to the Chen sisters.
"She really sent it?" Chen Lu pushed open the door and walked in. She picked up a cup of water and took a sip, her eyes fixed on the small box on the lab bench. Her aged face was lifeless, its wrinkles tinged a sickly gray.
She looked as if she were at death's door.
Chen Lu looked up at her sister, tapped the box in front of her, and asked suspiciously, "Sis, you don't think... someone's tampered with what's inside, do you?"
'Gu Xi's blood is so precious. Would that little minx from the Gu Family really just hand it over willingly?'
Chen Lu found it hard to believe.
Neither did Chen Yun.
But she had personally tested the blood in the box. It was, without a doubt, Gu Xi's, and she hadn't detected anything else in it.
But even so, the two sisters didn't dare to use it rashly.
