"Xiao, Xiao Chiang, this potion will be effective, right?" Jiang Yingqiong looked at Chiang Xiao, on one hand unable to distrust her face, but on the other very worried about the old man.
After asking this question, she felt it was a bit too much to ask, who can guarantee a hundred percent?
However, what she didn't expect was that as soon as she finished speaking, Chiang Xiao nodded immediately and said confidently, "It will be effective."
She spoke with such certainty, such confidence, her tone strong.
Jiang Yingqiong was momentarily stunned.
She saw Chiang Xiao slightly lower her head, and she couldn't help but follow her gaze, seeing the old master still tightly clutching Chiang Xiao's clothes, creasing them into a bundle.
"Chiang Xiao, don't be mad, Grandfather is just afraid you'll leave." Jiang Yingqiong felt a bit embarrassed.
The old master had been proud all his life, serious all his life, and had never behaved like this.
