When Gu Jiaojiao heard what Li Xiaoliang said, a glint appeared in her eyes. She suddenly turned and took a step closer to him.
She said softly, "Oh? So you weren't the one who asked for my help? Never mind then. You should just focus on taking care of your grandfather."
In truth, Li Xiaoliang didn't dare leave his grandfather's side; he just wanted to find an excuse to talk more with the Divine Doctor.
Li Xiaoliang had never felt the slightest bit of nervousness, not even when charging into an enemy's stronghold with a gun in hand.
But now, he felt his composure shattered by the Divine Doctor's faint medicinal scent, and a suspicious flush crept across his tanned cheeks.
He unconsciously took a step back. "Di...vine Doctor... Rest assured, I'll take care of my grandfather."
Mu Shan hurried to the car, opened the rear passenger door, and called out respectfully to Gu Jiaojiao, "Young Matriarch, please come. Get in the car."
