"Boss!" Hang Mushan came in with Yan Yi, all smiles, waving at her in greeting.
Feng Jiao, seated beside Shen Yanhe, discreetly sized up Hang Mushan and Yan Yi.
Once she ascertained neither posed a threat, she continued to lean lazily against Shen Yanhe.
Hang Mushan glanced at Feng Jiao, thinking she looked familiar but not recognizing her, before sitting down with Yan Yi across from Shen Yanhe.
Yan Yi showed his respect to Shen Yanhe, saying, "Miss Shen, I'm afraid we have to trouble you."
"You pay, I work—no trouble at all," Shen Yanhe replied, pulling a white medicine bottle from her pocket as she spoke.
She placed the bottle on the table, her slender fingertips pushing it toward Yan Yi.
Yan Yi's eyes flickered, excitement evident on his face as he looked at the white bottle: "Miss Shen, this is...?"
"Antidote."
Shen Yanhe was succinct and startling: "There are ten pills inside, take two daily, on an empty stomach in the morning and evening."
