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Lu Ning's expression froze. "But the color and smell of this pill are exactly the same as those of the anticancer drugs your friend has in his house."

"Yes, I understand, but the imitation of the Tang Dynasty Xingjia Kiln's white-glazed bottle is its symbol. It's also a form of cultural heritage and output," Dong Cun said. "You must have been very tired lately, so it's normal for you to mistake it for anticancer drugs. But don't worry, I'm sure Professor He could help us figure something out, so you don't have to feel so stressed."

After saying that, he hung up the call.

Madam Lu thought she would be able to see Fu Zhi in a new light, but it all went up in smoke in the end. She was disinterested and she now loathed Fu Zhi even more.

On the other side, Lu Chuwan heaved out a sigh of relief. She took an apple and began peeling it for her grandmother. 

Lu Ning, who was still in shock, was unable to come back to her senses.