Young Master Sheng elegantly sliced the chicken chop with a knife and fork. Hearing her words, he raised an eyebrow, looking smug.
This left Tang Yanqi a bit perplexed, what on earth was he smug about?
Slowly finishing breakfast, Tang Yanqi looked up and finally noticed that Sheng Jianan had long since finished eating. He wasn't in a hurry to leave but was leisurely reading a morning financial magazine beside her.
Hearing her put down her chopsticks, the man finally looked over, "Finished eating?"
Tang Yanqi nodded.
"Is the medicine ready?"
"Yes, it is."
Soon, someone younger than Mrs. Zhang brought over a bowl of dark-colored stuff. Tang Yanqi didn't like taking medicine, but fortunately, she didn't mind it too much.
Besides, this was decocted for her by Sheng Jianan; how could she not drink it?
Picking up the bowl, she tested the temperature—not too hot—and with a deep breath, Tang Yanqi gulped down the black medicinal concoction in one go.
