C127 Touching

In the second floor's room, the last time Yun Xiuqing had made the Snake Oil Paste, it hadn't worked. Just as he was thinking about how to improve it, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock on what?" Didn't I tell you not to disturb me if there's nothing? " Strictly speaking, he had already expended too much energy when he was making the Snake Oil Paste. At this moment, his mind was in a mess