At this moment, a servant came over with a bowl of medicine. "Mr. Yang, drink it while it's hot…"
Old Master Yang had been suffering from migraines for the past few years. As he got older, the hidden issues he had when he was young started to resurface.
"Alright." Old Master Yang took the bowl of medicine and was about to drink it when his wrist was pinched. Nian Yue's gaze was a little cold. "Who gave you this?"
Old Master Yang was frightened by her gaze. "What's the matter? Is there a problem?"
"Something from the Lu family?" Nian Yue raised her eyebrows.
"So what if it is?" Lu Jiang was still holding a bag of medicine. It was obvious he came to deliver the medicine.
"Old Master Yang, this is the medicine my grandfather prescribed for you. You just have to take it on time. Don't listen to nonsense from random people. When my grandfather opened the medical shop, some people were not even born yet?!" Lu Jiang's voice was prickly and arrogant.
