"What kind of drug did you give him?"
Ye Ziyan's bright, black eyes spun around, and she curiously looked at him.
"A laxative."
Ye Zimo darkly smiled: "A laxative personally concocted by young master, taking just a fingernail-sized dose is enough to make him poop for three days."
"Three days?"
Ye Ziyan was slightly surprised: "Won't he be drained? Won't it send him directly to the Underworld?"
"No."
Ye Zimo smirked: "Young master didn't want to waste, just flicked a little bit from the nail gap, he'll only need to go three or four times, and that's about it."
"This guy, bullying a child, is really despicable, it's right to teach him a lesson."
Ye Ziyan was a little dissatisfied and fanned the flames opportunistically: "Only three or four times is too little, at least make him go for a whole night, so he learns a lesson and doesn't come looking for trouble again."
"Teaching him a lesson is not difficult."