"This is…" The butler was confused. No wonder it sounded strange. He quickly recalled where he had stored the bottle of medicine. He was sure that the medicine was still the same as when the Third Master had handed it to him. No one had switched it.
Pei Qingshen looked at the suspicious pill in his hand and his eyes gradually narrowed into a thin line.
No matter how one looked at it, this thing looked something made by a young lady for her sweetheart.
He smelled something...the smell of red apricot in spring!
This medicine was given to him by his third grandson, and Pei Qingshen was certain of two things, Pei Huai did not make this, and it was not definitely not the work of his granddaughter-in-law!
To be able to obtain his grandson's all-purpose medicine and secretly exchange the contents under his grandson's nose without his grandson knowing, this meant that the two of them usually...
Pei Qingshen was so angry that his lungs hurt!
