Fu Yanhe sipped his medicine with an elegant and noble grace, his fingers clutching the bowl, slender and symmetrical, emanating a sculptural texture: "No need."
He knew his little wife harbored many secrets.
Secrets, after all, were more interesting when he unearthed them himself.
Wu Fang nodded with a straight face, and after Fu Yanhe finished his medicine, handed him the tablet that had been prepared early on: "Young Master, there has been activity on the 094 front. Last night, a batch of drugs in country Y was hijacked by them."
Liu Fang, who had just come in to conduct Fu Yanhe's daily physical examination, expressed a hint of surprise: "Didn't 094 open their own biological research institute? Logically, they should have more medicinal resources than us."
"Why the crazy act of robbing our medicine?"
