"Wait!"
Just as Chu Chen was about to pick up the small jar for a closer look, Zhao Heyan suddenly stopped him loudly. "Brother, be careful. What if this little jar has some deadly poison smeared on it?"
"Why are you shouting so loudly?"
Gao Yiya glared at her before continuing, "Besides, isn't that a bit too exaggerated? What do you think this is, a novel? Poison this, poison that, all day long!"
"There's no one else sitting here anyway. What's wrong with speaking a little louder?"
Zhao Heyan chuckled. "Besides, don't you think this whole thing is strange? Who knows whether the person behind it is good or bad? So I don't think being too careful is a problem!"
Zhao Qirui nodded. "She's right. We should indeed be a little more careful. However, Xiao Yan, you really weren't observant enough. That young man clearly touched this thing with his bare hands just now. If it were poisonous, he would have reacted already, wouldn't he?"
"What if he took an antidote beforehand?" Zhao Heyan argued confidently.
"With a brain like yours, not writing novels would be a waste." Chu Chen laughed.
"We should still be a little careful." Wu Ke advised from the side. What had happened today was indeed rather bizarre, and after hearing Zhao Heyan say that, she couldn't help feeling worried too.
"All right, I'll put on some gloves."
Chu Chen didn't think there was much chance of danger. The reason was simple: antiques, handicrafts, and similar objects would certainly be inspected during security checks. If there were a problem, this item probably wouldn't have reached his hands.
Of course, if there really was a conspiracy, anything could happen. So, for his own sake and to put everyone at ease, he cheerfully took a pair of white