"Alright, I promise you," Jian Ai agreed.
She knew Bai Zhou was not making a mountain out of a molehill. He was really worried about her.
During the day, Jian Ai accompanied her family to play as usual. She went to their rooms when the sky gradually darkened and the poisonous gas in the suite was almost diluted by the circulating air.
There was something that looked like aromatherapy on the coffee table in the main hall of the suite. There were burnt ashes inside. This was the black ginseng with Jiuchun incense that Xiao Zhen had mentioned. Because the suite was big, the person used a very large dosage.
"One can be poisoned just by smelling this black thing for a while?" Bai Zhou picked it up and sized it up, seemingly in disbelief.
Xiao Zhen looked at him and reminded him, "You better put it down. This thing is very poisonous. Don't expect me to save you if it accidentally touches your skin."
