chapter 185 Wei Yan

"on the other hand?"

Fabian Ortiz was a little puzzled. Isn't it just a mouthful of porridge? Apart from the taste, is there anything else worth paying attention to?

Uh-huh.

Elgin nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. In his eyes, what Fabian Ortiz drank was not ordinary porridge. It was the porridge that Theresa Klein had drunk. He thought it must have other flavors, such as the scent of a school beauty, or other supernatural functions. Anyway, it would not be...