Gu Zi didn't even bother to sugarcoat it. Her brows furrowed as she said bluntly, "This isn't even a legitimate product from that brand. This is dangerous—it could really hurt someone."
Chen Xi, who had been studying the hand cream in his palm like he'd discovered some rare artisanal find, blinked in surprise. He had assumed, rather naively, that Gu Zi was simply enamored with the scent or texture. He was even planning to support Tang Xue's little business venture by buying a few more tubes for Gu Zi. So when she dropped that comment out of nowhere, he practically choked on his thoughts.
"Wait—what? What do you mean?" he asked, alarmed. "Who's hurting people?"
