In the study.
Xiaowu, carrying a tray, walked into the study. The tray still held that bowl of dark medicinal dish.
Mo Chen had just finished a video conference with the overseas branch.
"Master Mo, your medicinal dish."
Just hearing the words 'medicinal dish,' he felt a physiological revulsion and frowned unhappily.
Xiaowu placed the tray on the desk.
The man's dark eyes were full of distaste. He glanced at the disgusting medicinal dish and said in a deep voice, "What's the use? Why even drink it?"
Xiaowu turned his head away, holding his breath: "Master Mo, just persist for a week. What if it works? It's just caused by mental tension, give it a try..."
"Stop rambling!"
The man picked up the small bowl of medicinal dish and, fighting the feeling of nausea, drank it all in one go.
Xiaowu smiled: "Master Mo, have some water."
Mo Chen picked up the glass of water next to him and drank half of it, then looked up at Xiaowu: "Is there something you need?"
