It was honey.
Lan Ling carefully examined Zhuang Xiaowan's hands, activating the macro function on her glasses. Her long-term research in drugs and poisons had made her particularly familiar with the odor and state of certain materials, giving her a keen sense less common among others.
Honey has a distinct smell that can attract small creatures.
Lan Ling's lips slowly curled into a smile as she looked towards An Ying, who immediately averted his gaze.
When An Ying looked back at her, his eyes were cold. "How is it?"
Lan Ling didn't answer him but just gestured with her hand, and An Ying nodded in understanding.
She didn't wipe Zhuang Xiaowan's hands clean; instead, she sat there contemplating for a while, then whispered a few words into An Ying's ear. A glint crossed An Ying's eyes, and he gave a slight nod.
After Lan Ling finished speaking, she seemed to suddenly remember something. "How is Grandfather now?"
