The courtyard of Feng Yifan was filled with the smell of medicine.
Xia Yinian had never disliked the smell of medicine; sometimes she even quite liked it.
But when it came to the smell in Feng Yifan's courtyard, she found it utterly loathsome.
Perhaps the poisons he concocted were indeed very potent, but she didn't want to use them.
If they used Feng Yifan's medicine on the kidnappers, would it be any different from him testing medicine on her at that time?
"It's okay, Grandpa will go over there with you to have a look, or maybe we can really find the medicine Nian Nian needs."
The Old Master understood Xia Yinian's concern quite well.
He wanted to help her relieve her worries and solve her problems, always.
Xia Yinian furrowed her eyebrows deeply, her face showing reluctance.
"Grandpa, let's just forget about it."
If she could, she would never want to set foot in Feng Yifan's place again in her life.
