"You... you!"
Zhao Dahai pointed at Chen Nan, clutching his throat tightly, but he couldn't spit it out no matter how hard he tried.
"Captain Zhao, why the expression? Could it be that the imported milk doesn't taste good?" Chen Nan scratched his head and picked up a paper packet, saying, "Perhaps you drank too quickly, swallowed without tasting the flavor. How about another packet to savor properly?"
Zhao Dahai looked at him in horror, shaking his head desperately, "No, no, it doesn't taste good, not good at all!"
"It's clearly imported, how could it not taste good?" Chen Nan scratched his head again, suddenly grabbing Zhao Long, forcing open his mouth, and pouring the "milk powder" into him, then handing him a cup to drink.
Zhao Long screamed loudly.
He stuck his fingers down his throat, trying hard to scrape it out.
