"Went to the clinic?"
Upon hearing this, Huang Qingtian instinctively furrowed his brows.
"Yeah. It was just last night after eating the chicken wings the little lady cooked... Ertong and Mu ate quite a lot and seemed to feel uncomfortable. So, I had the other two take them to the clinic."
After hearing Ling Feng's report, the creases on Huang Qingtian's brow were deep enough to catch a fly.
It seems that the food his little wife cooked could soon become China's number one biochemical weapon!
Even the most robust elite team had been poisoned by her.
"I got it. When we go back later, you'll need to make a trip over to check on them."
As for the cage, just find a box to pack the puppy in when taking it out later.
Put it in the car so Mu Keren can play while riding; she might be even happier!
After simply giving these instructions, Huang Qingtian hung up the phone.
