"Turns out you're an athlete, no wonder your arms and legs are so... spirited. So, Zhang Yiyi, what exactly did you come here for today?" The beauty consultant's smile was failing to hold up.
"I came to buy medicine. I heard there's a kind of medicine here that can make people," Zhang Yiyi naively fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, twisting it repeatedly in her hands.
"Oh, you're here to buy 'growth hormone,'" the beauty consultant perked up when she heard it was about purchasing a newly imported medicine. Salaries at the beauty salon were based on performance; the higher the price of the drugs sold, the bigger the commission.
"Growth hormone? Is it the kind that can make your brain smarter?" Zhang Yiyi fired off a string of questions like a machine gun.
