Yang Yalan took out a delicate small box from the drawer.

Boxes are packaged just like regular health care products.

Passed the past.

"See if you can guess what this is?"

Mushan took it over and threw it aside in disgust and said anxiously, "Mom, when are you still playing with this? I'm not interested in the health products you eat."

Yang Yalan shook his head. "No, it's a sharp weapon to send Muchu flute to hell."

"Drugs."

Mushan was shocked. She never thought that these little things were wrapped in drugs.

"Whether the man is looking at Mu Chudi or the child in her stomach, this thing can be...