Lin Fan had a pill in his hand. It was gold in color. It was the well-concocted perfect-grade Little intelligence pill. He smiled broadly.
Zhao Mingqing stood by his side, looking, "Teacher, is this the said perfect-grade little intelligence pill?"
Lin Fan nodded his head, "You're right! This is it! Take a look at it, see if it's okay."
Zhao Mingqing was shocked, "A golden, glossy outward appearance. This is the first time I'm looking at such a pill!"
"It's for you." Lin Fan handed the pill over to Zhao Mingqing straightaway.
Zhao Mingqing was so stunned that he didn't even know where to place his hands. "Teacher, I…"
He was feeling extremely touched at this moment. He was completely lost for words. The perfect-grade little intelligence pill, whom Teacher Lin had painstakingly concocted, was unexpectedly given to him!
How could this not make him feel touched?
