In the supermarket.
Lin Fan bought a pack of cigarettes. Although he didn't smoke often, he would occasionally have a smoke.
"Fourteen dollars," said the boss.
Lin Fan took out a $20 note, then picked up another bottle of milk from the side. He needed to replenish his body a little.
"I'll have another bottle of Tianshu Milk," said Lin Fan.
He opened it and drank one mouth of it. Immediately, he felt that something wasn't right. Then, he took another mouth and tasted it carefully. Again, he felt that something wasn't right.
The shop owner looked at this customer in front of him and muttered in his heart. Is there something wrong with this guy? It's just a bottle of milk, isn't it?
Lin Fan's brows furrowed as he said, "Boss, something's wrong with this milk."
The boss looked at Lin Fan helplessly. He felt like this guy was going to ask for a refund. "What's wrong with it?"
