Gu Qingxue nodded and followed the servant to the side to sit down. She raised her head and looked at the servant. "Where's the Dragon Marrow Grass I wanted?"
The servant's face was filled with an apologetic expression. He said in embarrassment, "Miss, I'm very sorry. The Dragon Marrow Grass will take a while to arrive. You can wait here for a while."
Knowing how precious Dragon Marrow Grass was, Gu Qingxue patiently agreed to the servant's suggestion.
At the same time, outside the VIP room on the second floor, Gu Lingyue was holding a bowl of tampered tea with a reluctant expression. She stood outside the door, hesitating.
Her mother had asked her to bring this bowl of tea over. She had already put some medicine in it that would make people lose control of themselves. After Mu Chengyao, who was in the room, took the tea, they made a deal.
