"Regular supply?"
Shen Qiushan's mouth fell open in shock, and the teacup he had just picked up was set back on the table.
He scrutinized his father-in-law from head to toe. Thanks to frequent use of the Little Blue Bottle, the man's overall energy was indeed much better than before.
He was starting to look younger by the day, almost like he was "growing younger as he aged."
But what the hell does regular supply mean?
Could it be that his body got better and now there's someone outside?
Leaders of Lin Moxuan's rank, once their minds get corrupted, make money easily; many of those disgraced "big tigers" kept countless mistresses outside.
But from what Shen Qiushan knew about Lin Moxuan, the man wasn't that type at all!
This father-in-law of his was practically a rare example of staying pure in a muddy world. To say he was flawless was an exaggeration, but compared to officials of his rank, he was basically "Lin Qingtian"—clean as a whistle.
