An hour ago, in the kitchen.
Chu Yan stared at the small medicinal packet in front of her, looking troubled, "Old lady, isn't this a bit wrong?"
"What's wrong with it? Given my grandson's disposition, if we don't add something special to the soup, I might die before ever holding a grandchild."
"But Shi Yi and the boss... they don't..."
"There's no 'but' or 'if'. Just do as I say. I'll take care of everything else. My grandson won't do anything to us."
Chu Yan felt a deep bitterness in her heart. The boss might not do anything to the old lady, but he might to her. She wanted to live a few more years, find someone she liked, and perhaps even fall in love.
"Old lady, these kinds of medicines generally have side effects and aren't good for the body."
"I obtained this medicine from a famous old Chinese doctor. It doesn't have any side effects. Don't worry."
