Mo Zhao's wedding would be held the day after tomorrow. What was the purpose of him having the wedding with his current body condition?
Mo Zhao felt very upset, but he could not say it in front of Long Fan. Of course, he trusted Long Fan. However, what Di Fuyi noted had left an impact on him.
Before he went out of the room, Di Fuyi suddenly revealed the names of three types of herbs. "Dragon claw flower, crested grass, positive pulse fruit"
Mo Zhao stopped in his tracks and looked at him. "What do you mean?"
Di Fuyi closed his eyes and casually answered, "I am just joking."
Mo Zhao was speechless. He grunted and walked away. However, the names of the three herbs had firmly been embedded in his mind. As soon as he got back to his room, he tested Long Fan's medicine first. The result made him cry again.
After being disappointed over and over again, he was getting numb with the results he yielded. He comforted Long Fan and thanked him for his effort...