C463 The Paparazzi

The door of the pharmacy was still half-closed. The stifling smell coming from the room engulfed Lee Minghao's nostrils. The heat came from an existence that resembled a steamer.

Teng Qing stood in the middle of the pharmacy. It was as if the experimental utensil in front of him had never been taken away. Maybe it was because he had been influenced by Teng Le