"Young Madam! Young Master has never eaten anything like that before, he's going to have diarrhea."
Mo San was worried.
"It's been cleaned and it won't hurt to eat it. Butler Mo, have some too," Lan Anran smiled and said.
Mo San wasn't a clean freak, but after pretending to be Mo Jinrong and eating all kinds of delicacies outside for so many years, he wasn't used to small restaurants like this.
"Is that what a doctor like you should say?"
Mo Jinrong's expression was still tortured, as though he had just eaten a pile of sh*t.
"It's just a piece of intestine, why do you look like you've eaten sh*t?" Lan Anran smiled and asked.
Mo Jinrong felt even more disgusted and wanted to vomit all the food he had eaten since last night.
He couldn't sit still, so he sat outside.
"Have you done the thing I asked you to do? When can I start treatment?"
Mo Jinrong's expression was still painful.
