He glanced at Mo Yuan. "Don't you know about medicine? See if Master can still be saved."
The treatment had to be done as soon as possible!
"I'll leave Little Master's life in your hands!" he thought.
Mo Yuan turned her head away expressionlessly.
"I heard that the tea in the Fragrant Teahouse is not bad. South Wind, you've worked hard recently. I'll give you a day off today to try the tea there."
Song Jingchen's cold voice sounded in his ear.
South Wind's heart skipped a beat. He turned around in fear. Song Jingchen had already entered the carriage with Shen Yijia.
Mo Yuan looked at him disdainfully, got into the carriage, and left with a wave of the whip.
The young master was still around, but he dared to stare at Miss's lips. How stupid!
However, he could indeed consider preparing some medicine for Young Master.
Mo Yuan demonstrated the benefits of facial paralysis on the spot.
