Ji Yiming was constantly on guard against his every move. Then, he went to get a bottle of liquid medicine that looked like children's syrup and handed it to him. this isn't a cure for all diseases. It can only help you recover a little faster. Pour it into warm water and drink it. You'll probably be better tomorrow. But don't have too much hope. Every illness has a treatment process.
Leng Yelang held the medicine bottle in her hand and narrowed her eyes."Bring ten more bottles over."
Ji Yiming almost jumped up when he heard that. "Are you robbing me? one bottle is enough!"
"Are you taking it out?" Leng yechan's hand touched the inner lining of her clothes. She looked like she was about to pull out a gun. The corner of Ji Yiming's eyes twitched. He said nervously, " "Brother, don't be rash. I'll go get it."
F * ck, they're not bandits, but terrorists!