"Glug glug glug~~~~ burp!"
Su Ming had mainly been checking the paper cap on the milk bottle and casually handed the bottle itself to Harley beside him. While Deathstroke and The Man Who Stopped Laughing were getting in touch, she had tipped back her head and drained the milk, even making a strange noise.
"Babe, that milk sat in front of a corpse for nearly two days. Why did you drink it?" Su Ming looked at the white ring around Harley's lips, covered his forehead speechlessly, and slowly walked toward the spread-out Cloak. "And since when did you like drinking this stuff? You don't even subscribe to milk delivery yourself."
"No, I like alcohol. But wasn't I helping you find clues?" Noticing that everyone was looking at her, Harley casually wiped her mouth, spat out the whitening chewing gum in her mouth, and answered with a grin, "Besides, I know what I'm doing. I've drunk chemical waste and Red's saliva without any problems. You think a bottle of milk is going to poison me to death? Hahaha!"
Under the dim moonlight, she laughed wildly, clearly very confident in her digestive system.
Diana, having sheathed her sword, shook her head and pulled Kara onto the flying carpet first. Clearly, there was no dealing with Harley.
"So, what did you find?" Pulling the woman into his arms, Su Ming also jumped onto the flying carpet and looked at Harley's pale face. "The milk stayed at room temperature for a long time without curdling or molding. Either it contains a huge amount of preservatives, or there's something wrong with the Timeline. Which was it?"
"The latter, darling. Based on my years of experience dealing with all kinds of beverages in Gotham, I can confirm that milk was very fresh, like it had just