Lin Liuliu knew they were coming back and had been preparing with Ouyang Hui in the kitchen.
The dinner table was filled with dishes.
This time, there were gains to be had.
After dinner, Zhuo Zhengxiu arranged for a car to send the second elder of Zhuo Family back home.
Then, he called Zhuo Junyue into his study.
Zhuo Junyue knew it was not easy for the old man to hold out until now.
Sure enough, as soon as the study's door closed, Zhuo Zhengxiu grabbed his hand and checked it, "How is it? Is the poison cured?"
"Dad, the poison is not cured."
Upon hearing that the poison wasn't cured, Zhuo Zhengxiu's expression darkened immediately, "Even the spirit race has no solution?"
If even the spirit race had no solution, then his son would be…
"Dad, don't worry just yet, though the poison isn't cured, there's still a way. I've come back this time to get the jade tablet."
"You... you rascal, don't give me any nonsense, how exactly can the poison be cured?"
