Just when he didn't know how to react, a slender figure rushed out from behind him.
"Patriarch Li, please step aside!"
"Huh? Oh, certainly."
Hearing Huang Yueli's voice, Li Shihong quickly backed away a few steps.
Huang Yueli walked up to Li Moying, took out a porcelain bottle, poured out two pills from it, brought another glass of water, and told him to take the pills, then she grabbed Li Moying's wrist. Her eyes narrowed slightly, feeling the pulse beating under the man's smooth skin.
"What's the matter? What's going on with Moying?" Li Shihong calmed down a bit, and asked Huang Yueli.
With a calm expression on Huang Yueli's face, she explained calmly: "The poisonous gas in Young Master Li's body has not been completely drained, so if he expends too much energy, he will easily suffer from chest pain. Just now, I advised you to make the long story short, this is the reason."
