The corners of Qiao Nan's mouth twitched. At the sight of Deng Wenchang's nostrils, she could not help asking, "Deng Wenchang, did you inject chicken blood secretly?" Otherwise, did Deng Wenchang need to display so much excitement? It was as if he had eaten a stimulant and had completely lost that sinisterly cold and restrained manner.
Deng Wenchang smiled scornfully. He turned his chin and did not care about talking to Qiao Nan anymore.
Qiao Nan only knew how to curry favor and pretend to be obedient in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The old ones in the ministry had been bewitched by lust and had lost all their sanity. That was why they had been cajoled and distracted by Qiao Nan, treating her like a treasure.
