Wen Nan sat quietly across from the man, like an old friend, accompanying him to vent the emotions buried deep in his heart.
After a long while, Yang Mingzhong put away the brooch and said hoarsely, "Thank you."
Wen Nan shook his head, half-jokingly said, "This time, you didn't lie to me, right?"
It was just a casual comment, but the man's expression suddenly became serious. He raised his hand, took a small bottle from the table, tilted his head back, and drank a large mouthful, then replied word by word:
"President, I assure you, every word I said just now came from the bottom of my heart, definitely no lies."
Wen Nan's eye twitched a little, feeling a pinch in his heart and even more so in his wallet—
No need to take such a big gulp, bro.
His truth serum was very sensitive; just a few drops would suffice, and that gulp was enough for ten times!
Even though the truth serum was big in quantity, it wasn't endless, okay?
