"I have something to do."
Lin Caisang didn't even lift her head, her pen constantly in hand, drawing and writing on a stack of white paper, occasionally pausing to think.
When you glanced at the ground beside her, there was already a large pile of crumpled waste paper.
Lin Changhong couldn't help but smile.
If this had been in the past, back in Ya Village, wasting so much paper would have been a painful sight, but now, it was just carelessly thrown around.
"Sangsang, don't fret over this for now. It's not urgent at this moment, right?"
He knew his sister was trying to find an antidote for her husband's poison, but such an antidote wasn't easy to come by, requiring gradual exploration.
"Why not wait a bit longer? Maybe they'll send over a few more prescriptions and we can patch up whatever's missing?"
He suggested.
Those prescriptions were sent by that person's subordinates, aiming to deceive Sangsang into handing over the Protective Artifact fragments.
