"By the way, when will my complexion get better?" Ling zhonghao asked again.
"I don't know either. It's good enough that he's alive. Why do you care about his expression?" Ling Chuxi did not want to waste time on him. In any case, the seven herbs poison pill's toxicity had more or less been neutralized and would not cause any harm to him. As for his dark skin color, it would disappear one day. As for whether it would take 10 years, 20 years, or 30 years, it was not her business.
"Seventh elder, what did she mean when she asked you about the specific things to take note of?" Ling zhonghao leaned on Ling Gusong's arm and asked.
