Bo Wen shrugged, "No news, Bo Qingyu is also looking."
The fact that these two big shots are working on the same thing without much splash says a lot about the difficulty of it—
In all fairness, he dared not think about what would happen if they failed to find it or couldn't develop an effective remedy.
What would Fu Chi do then?
He speculated.
If Jiang Ruan died.
Fu Chi would definitely embark on a path opposing the righteous one. As someone who didn't care about the world, his antisocial behaviors wouldn't be surprising without Jiang Ruan keeping him in check.
If such a man chose to follow a lonesome path—
Fu Chi stared at the piece of paper filled with dense data.
About two minutes later.
He looked up, "Ruanruan's body is unique, already different from a normal person. Her acceptance, capacity, are hundreds of times stronger..."
A flicker passed through Bo Wen's brow, "Mr. Fu, what are you thinking?"
