Su Jian nodded, "Okay."
After the two of them had taken a bath, Zhou Lu held Su Jian as they both slouched on the sofa, sitting quietly without speaking.
At that moment, Zhou Lu's phone rang. He took it out and glanced at it before saying to Su Jian, "I'm going to take a call."
Su Jian gave him a look, "Okay."
Once he was in the bedroom, Su Jian's gaze involuntarily fell on the down jacket hanging there; she thought for a moment, then stood up and went over to rummage through his pockets. Both pockets were empty; the medicine was gone.
Su Jian couldn't help frowning. Why did he need to take foreign cold medicine?
She always felt that it might not be ordinary cold medicine.
Relying on her memory, Su Jian tried hard to recall the Italian she had seen on the medicine bottle, then searched on her phone. She looked for a long time but still couldn't find the name of the medicine, let alone the effects of the bottle she saw.