Turning misfortune into fortune, turning misfortune into blessing

Zheng Ren closed his eyes to rest and flipped through the books related to Qin Lu's illness in the system library.

Su Yun and fan Tianshui sat on the other side. They ate whatever they could on the plane, and they were not picky.

Qin Tang's eyes twitched as he watched the two of them pour an unknown amount of wine into their mouths like cold water.

It wasn't that he thought it was expensive, but no matter how expensive the wine was, it was just a small amount of silver to Qin Tang. It wasn't even worth silver, it was just a drink.

He could feel the high alcohol content in the bottle. When they got on the plane, the cautious look on the face and body of the big man with a large skeleton disappeared bit by bit.

Fan Tianshui was sitting in his seat with a bottle of wine in his hand. He was just sitting there, but in his daze, the coldness in his eyes grew stronger.

He had seen this look before.