Realizing the deception, Qia Mian covered his nose and urgently reminded, "Everyone, hold your breath."
"Too late."
A gloating laugh emanated from the doorway; Qia Mian's expression turned grave as he covered his nose and retreated.
As he moved back, the people behind him followed.
Unknowingly, everyone had retreated back into the research lab.
Qia Mian grabbed his sleeve and waved it, dispersing the powder, while a tall man's figure approached slowly, his aura sharp and aggressive.
Chu Chen!
Upon recognizing the newcomer, Qia Mian looked as if he had swallowed a fly, his face turning extremely unsightly.
At this moment, if he still didn't realize he had been played, he would have been truly foolish.
"I, the true master of the house, have been waiting for you all for a long time, and finally, you have all arrived," Chu Chen announced, stopping in his tracks with his hands in his pockets, his eyes coldly sweeping over them.
