Chu Mo's eyes were slightly squinting and he looked at Wang Dafa, smiled, and stood up, "Old pal, I think we should skip the drinks. You have given me a bronze tripod as a gift, as the younger of us two, I should also show my gratitude."
Chu Mo said and took a small porcelain bottle out of his pocket. "My observation is that there's nothing seriously wrong with you, but you seem to be overworked and often suffer from headaches. During a headache attack, it appears to be unbearably severe and it seems that you can only feel slight relief by pouring cold water over your head."
Wang Dafa's eyes flashed with a touch of coldness, his smiling demeanor disappeared, and he looked closely at Chu Mo, "Have you been investigating me?"
Chu Mo denied it with a wave and a smile, "Old chap, we have no grudges or grievances. There's no reason for me to investigate you. Relax. Even though we have talked a lot, there is one thing you haven't said yet."
