"Your explanation is somewhat acceptable to me..." Zhou Yang fixed his gaze on Lin Feng, speaking gravely. "But if you're still intent on experimenting with that medicinal soup, at least wait until we've left!"
Zhou Yang had already determined that Lin Feng wasn't an opponent he could easily defeat, so he opted for a limited, temporary retreat.
Zhou Yang had only recently returned to China under a false identity and didn't want to attract any unnecessary scrutiny over some trivial, inexplicable matter, especially since he and Xue Qingyi had important tasks to accomplish on this trip.
By now, Lin Feng had confirmed that the woman in the adjacent cubicle was Xue Qingyi. So why did he still need to examine the medicinal soup? Was it really that interesting to study a prescription he himself had helped create…?
