Li Songyun now faced two choices, either hand over the medicinal recipe or not.
Eventually, Li Songyun gritted his teeth, "Chu Yang, I can give you your medicinal recipe."
"But you must release my son first."
Chu Yang said coldly and indifferently, "The recipe in one hand, your son in the other."
"Fine, I agree," Li Songyun gestured with a wave of his hand, and one of his men, holding dozens of medicinal recipes, walked up to Chu Yang.
Chu Yang took the recipes and carefully checked each one.
Each recipe was in Chu Yang's handwriting, they were authentic, and the count was correct.
On the other side.
Two of Li Songyun's men brought Li Yingzhuo to him, flanked on both sides.
Li Songyun suddenly burst into loud laughter, "Hahaha... Chu Yang, you've fallen into my trap..."
"You never expected... that with just a little ploy... you'd be deceived..."
