Ji Feng burst into the villa like a whirlwind, a breakfast bag in hand.
The moment he entered, he stared at Ji Youyou. "Say something. Let me hear you."
Ji Youyou rolled her eyes and enunciated each word perfectly. "Mr. Ji Feng, do you have some sort of problem with my vocal cords?"
Ji Feng's eyes widened instantly.
He put down the breakfast, snatched the Watermelon Frost, and examined it over and over. "What on earth is this stuff made of? Steroids? Anesthetics?"
"Don't talk nonsense about things you don't understand." Ji Youyou took back the spray and carefully placed it in her bag. "I need to take it with me for my performance."
Ji Feng's expression grew complicated.
'He'd always looked down on traditional Chinese medicine. Who knew it actually had some tricks up its sleeve?'
Ji Feng snapped out of it and gave a rare smile. "We should properly thank that Dr. Li."
