Murong Qiao looked at the white tube in his hand and then at her second brother, Murong Zheng, who looked calm.
"Thank you, Second Brother." She smiled.
Perhaps blinded by his Little Sister's dazzling smile, Murong Zheng turned his face away and coughed softly.
He waved his hand as if it was a small matter. "I had nothing to do and studied it."
Murong Zheng would not tell his Little Sister that in order to figure out these ingredients and uses, he had asked his former classmates and how long it had taken him to figure it out.
"Alright," Murong Qiao agreed good-naturedly.
Her eyes curved. She did not expose Murong Zheng's words and only decided to choose a gift for him when she had the time.
She would treat whoever treated her well twice as well.
Murong Zheng glanced at his watch. "I can't send you off later. I still have research to do."
"Is it about… that illness?" Murong Qiao couldn't help but ask.
