"Cough, cough, cough cough!"
Clutching at his chest, he coughed several times, almost choking on his own saliva.
He wasn't medically ignorant, at least he knew the basics, and just by hearing the name he knew what it was.
The scariest part was that Yu Ying kept her composure, slowly crossing her leg in a casual manner, which seemed a bit awkward for the always elegant her, but in that moment, she even exuded a queenly aura with her flashy appearance.
She continued to place the Qiankun Bag on the table.
Right in front of his eyes, she took out a bunch of colorfully pattered porcelain bottles, dozens of them, and there were also a few sinister-looking boxes on the table.
Just by looking at the patterns of men and women in joy carved on the boxes, one could guess what was inside.
"If elder brother is interested, I'm quite happy to lend a hand."
