If it were for his own use, Nangong Xu certainly wouldn't care whether the medicine was exceptionally good or just average.
As long as it could heal his wounds, any medicine would do, since he didn't mind scars anyway.
But the medicine for Baili Xia was different.
Naturally, she had to be given the best.
...
The courtyard's main gate was tightly shut, the dark wooden doors being old-fashioned, exuding a unique sense of mystery.
Mu Xiaojiu walked over, pushed open the courtyard gate, and went inside.
There was nobody in the yard at the moment, and although it was deserted, it was very clean, showing that the owner placed particular importance on tidiness.
Before reaching the main hall of the master house, Wen Yu had already come out to meet him.
"You're here."
Noting the traces of unease on Wen Yu's face, Mu Xiaojiu simply nodded slightly, his brows briefly knitting together.
"He is very angry, what's going on?" Wen Yu asked.
