"What... what is this for?" Qian Mu walked two steps forward and looked at him. There seemed to be something wrong with his expression.
"Eat some food first. I'll need your help later." Ming Rufan didn't answer Qian Mu's question. Instead, he looked at the table beside him. There was breakfast on it. Qian Mu' Wood looked back. The herbal scent in the room was really... special. However, he thought that he might have to do something according to his instructions later. He could not help but walk to the table, take the steamed buns and eat while looking at the green-clothed man busying himself with food.
Looking at the cooperation between Ming Ruofan and the man in green, it was obviously not the first time. Looking at every place where the ointment was applied, swallowing a steamed bun, a
