The guy transferred the cream that seemed not to have burned into a clean lunch box, then began pondering.
Next, he smeared some onto his own arm. There was no reaction, but one person alone really couldn't prove anything.
He needed to find someone to test it on—and that person had to be an ordinary person. That was essential.
"Cough, cough, cough. I absolutely don't want to harm anyone."
He muttered to himself.
But who should he find to test it? That was the question...
He had made this Whitening Cream because he wanted to sell it to those rich young ladies and wealthy madams, making a huge profit.
The problem was that Lin Fan didn't actually know any rich young ladies or wealthy madams.
"All right, I do seem to know one."
The goddess of his university days... ummmmm, she had married a rich old man not long ago. Could she barely count as a wealthy madam now?
"Forget it. I'm really not magnanimous enough to ask her to test it."
It wasn't that he was avoiding it or anything else. It was just that... if the cream really worked, wouldn't that be giving her an advantage?
Lin Fan felt that he was rather petty. When it came to this sort of thing, he really couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Why not have Wang Dong, that swindler, try it? He's a man, but all I need to see is whether it whitens the skin. Besides... a grown man's skin is rougher and thicker. If something really goes wrong, he'd be better able to endure it, right?"
As Lin Fan was mulling this over and preparing to leave, he suddenly froze.
"Wait, don't I know another rich woman? And she's definitely both rich and an older-sister type..."
Who?
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