Seeing that Song Yan ignored him, Zhao Ze was used to it and quickly took the box on the side, “This is medicine made according to your prescription."

"By the way, what do you want this medicine for? Judging from the formula, it seems to be an antidote to some kind of poison. Is it related to the Xue family? Or is it the Fu family?"

Song Yan glanced coldly, and immediately shut his mouth, but couldn't help himself after a second, and spoke again, “You might as well ...