Capítulo 357: Making Medicine

"Blessing? In this era and age, do such feudal superstitions exist?"

Mo Jinrong retracted his hand angrily and glanced at Lan Tingyun.

"What feudal superstitions? I got someone qualified to calculate this."

Zhao Xiumei was anxious. She was clearly being nice, how was it feudalistic?

"That's enough Mom. Jinrong, we're doing this for Tingyun's sake. Tell them and persuade them."

Xu Yanshan smiled, looking at Mo Jinrong like he was her prey.

Mo Jinrong glanced back at Mo San and said, "Mo San, it's too noisy here, chase them out!"

Mo San wanted to pull them away as he heard the order.

"Mo Jinrong, you…"

Xu Yanshan hurriedly pulled Zhao Xiumei.

"Mom! Don't be angry, he is our future son-in-law," Xu Yanshan muttered softly.

Zhao Xiumei held her anger in silence.

"We're leaving, remember to come for the birthday party!"

Xu Yanshan dragged Zhao Xiumei away noisily.