Bai Zhi gazed at Chen Nan's profile, her brows slightly furrowed.
She understood this nephew she had watched grow up all too well—the subtle curve of his lips and the glint in his eyes all hinted that he was brewing some scheme.
Though she couldn't immediately grasp his intentions, Bai Zhi didn't hesitate to turn and walk inside.
The rapid rhythm of her high heels echoed on the marble floor.
Bai Zhi's slender fingers trembled slightly as she took out an ordinary bottle of toner from the storage cabinet.
She meticulously peeled off all the labels from the bottle, not even leaving the tiny production batch number at the bottom.
Her palm, holding the bottle of "nameless" liquid, began to sweat, leaving blurry fingerprints on the glass surface.
"Here." When Bai Zhi handed the bottle to Chen Nan, their fingertips brushed for a moment.
She felt the warmth from Chen Nan's fingers, a reassuring warmth.
The air in the hall seemed to freeze.
