The night deepened, and in the well-lit room, there was silence, except for the breeze outside the window and the rustling of tree leaves.
Xia Qingqing furrowed her brow.
She began to work with split screens on her laptop.
On the left was the "International Forum-Underworld" post about "Drug No. 3," and on the right was a small portion of the information about "new-type drugs."
The contents of both screens entered her field of view, focusing mainly on their symptomatic presentations.
Suddenly!
Xia Qingqing's breathing became rapid, her pupils shrank, and a look of astonishment quickly spread across her face.
At that moment, Xia Qingqing moved from a reclining to a sitting position, involuntarily.
She stared intently at the screens and re-examined the symptoms of "Drug No. 3" against the "new-type drugs" in her possession.
Whew—
Xia Qingqing's breathing grew even more hurried, her chest heaving.