Ji Wei looked at Mo Qian's actions, feeling completely confused: "Is there something wrong with this tea?"
Mo Qian solemnly pinched a small amount of tea leaves between his fingers and held it out to Ji Wei: "Take a sniff."
Ji Wei leaned in curiously and took a whiff.
A faint, fragrant aroma of tea leaves—there didn't seem to be anything unusual.
Seeing her perplexed expression, Mo Qian slowly began to speak: "Once, during negotiations in Southeast Asia, I encountered a similar situation. The other side attempted to mix a drug into my tea that could cause someone to fall unconscious. The scent of the drug was extremely subtle, and the average person would never have noticed. But my nose has always been more sensitive than others' since childhood, and as soon as I picked up the teacup, I detected something off. That particular scent is identical to the one coming from this tin."
