As soon as Mu Feiyan heard the words "Chinese medicine," she immediately turned back, grabbed her mother's arm, frowned, and said coquettishly, "Mom, I don't want to drink any Chinese medicine! It's so bitter!"
Bitter? Heh! You brought this upon yourself, you can't blame me!
Wu Xiaoyu feigned contemplation for a moment, then said solemnly, "Given her current condition, taking a few doses of tranquilizing Chinese medicine would be very beneficial!"
"Then please write a prescription for her!" Mu Zhuangfei said without further ado, calling Li Qianqian upstairs to get paper and pen.
Seeing her father had spoken, Mu Feiyan dared not object further. She let go of her mother's arm and angrily sat on the sofa.
While she was glaring angrily at Wu Xiaoyu, Li Qianqian had already brought paper and pen downstairs, excitedly handing them over.
"Here you go!" Li Qianqian handed Wu Xiaoyu the paper and pen, her face full of expectation for praise.
