"Yes, there was indeed some dissolution," Lin Muxue quickly confirmed.
She couldn't possibly lie about such a matter, but she had concealed one fact: she had drunk it herself, yet without any abnormalities.
"That employee..." Chu Yi knew that this employee was most likely beyond hope. After all, in such cases, the probability of survival was even slimmer than scaling the heavens.
"She... turned into a sort of ghastly figure, but this happened seven hours later, right when it was time to leave the office," Lin Muxue reported truthfully, her hands unnaturally twisting a sofa cloth.
"Don't be afraid."
Chu Yi sat next to Lin Muxue and then firmly grasped her hand with his large one.
Lin Muxue trembled and then silently lowered her head.
"Are there any signs of contagion? Or are there employees who haven't been discovered yet?"
Chu Yi wasn't sure if Lin Muxue would understand why he was asking, but she grasped the implications.
