"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I'll send both of you home later after they leave. It's better that you don't go out for the time being. I'll settle this matter as soon as possible," Deng Fan said in a muffled voice.
Qiao Mei sighed resignedly and took out a small bottle from her pocket. It looked exactly like the one she gave to Xia Zhe, except for the color. Xia Zhe had taken the gold-colored bottle with him, while the bottle in Qiao Mei's hand was bronze in color.
The color of the bottles served to indicate the type of ginseng juice it contained as well as the concentration. The bronze bottle in Qiao Mei's hand contained the lowest-grade 100-year-old ginseng juice and was already diluted!
"Deng Fan, let Auntie drink this," Qiao Mei said.
