This past half year, being dragged by Luo Ning to the library and training room every day wasn't in vain.
So after discussing with a few people, Bo Xiao suddenly had an inspiration.
She ran to one side and took out her potion-making tools and began tinkering.
Seeing that Bo Xiao's tools were also a simplified version for making potions, they were much more high-end—its functionality could even rival the big equipment in the laboratory.
The other pharmacists and doctors were envious again.
Bo Yi naturally felt sour and thought Bo Xiao should just drop dead. If he died, those assets would be inherited by their father.
Especially after an hour, when Bo Xiao made a spray with nearby plants that got rid of everyone's scent, this kind of thought grew stronger.
It was as if she were tempted by a demon, unable to stop herself.
Bo Xiao tried the spray on herself first, "Ningning, do you smell the previous scent still?"
