"Little Chloe lost gambling money?"
Seeing the little girl standing outside, Len Hawthorne couldn't help but tease her.
Chloe handed him a plastic bag she was holding in her hand.
"What is it?"
"Injury medication."
Len looked at her doubtfully.
Chloe reminded him, "River East Village Temple."
Len was surprised, "Where did you get it?"
"I made it myself, it works in three hours."
There are too many industrialized items in today's world, and herbal medicine is simply not as good.
In the world a hundred years ago, the medicine made would take effect in half an hour.
Len smiled as he opened the plastic bag and smelled a scent of medicine, "It smells nice. Ethan Coates should like it."
Chloe nodded.
"Don't go yet, Big Brother hasn't finished asking questions."
She turned around, staring at him, "Ask."
"How much did you lose?"
"Based on the data, I won several million."
"..."
"Any more questions?"
"Chloe, you really are a genius."
"Thank you."
