Jiang Yu picked up the bowl of alcohol and fed it to him, which was less feeding and more like pouring it down his throat, viciously warning in a low voice, "Don't blab, do you understand the idea of a persona? If Bo Yanching really were the type to despise the poor and curry favor with the rich, it would show sooner or later. What's the rush?"
Pei Dongshi almost choked to death.
What poured down his throat was hardly alcohol, it was more like a knife.
To deal with such a pair of deceitful mentor and apprentice, he felt he must have accumulated eight lifetimes of bad karma.
Before leaving, Nan Jiaojiao mentioned she was missing a few herbs for the healing medicine. Jiang Yu was in a good mood and, considering the two jars of Shochu Liquor, generously waved her off to pick them herself in the Medicine Garden.
Bo Yanching offered to help, but Nan Jiaojiao pushed him back into the chair, saying she would be right back.
It was indeed quick, just ten minutes.
