Yang Chuxia rolled her eyes at him, "You know it's something you should have known earlier, and besides, can you easily get close to him? If not, it might end up affecting the negotiations, and that would be a big problem."
Mu Shaoling touched his nose, thinking she had a point.
"Uncle!" Yangyang, who hadn't spoken, stepped forward and pulled him, "Can you help my master here? He's been poisoned."
"Can't he check himself?" Mu Shaoling thought, this old man obviously knows both medicine and toxins.
Yangyang heard this and rolled his eyes, "Uncle, I know, doctors can't treat themselves, okay?"
"But why should I help you?" Mu Shaoling felt like teasing him.
"Uncle, people say a son-in-law is half a son, and I'm at least half a son to you, right? When a son owes a debt of gratitude, do you really need a reason to help?"
Yangyang's little mouth was pulling so many strings, coming up with one argument after another.
