Not only could he dispense the antidote, but he could also help her grandfather to regain consciousness, speak, and even walk?
If this was really the case, the entire Mo Family would owe him a huge favor!
As Nian Xiaomu's eyes flickered slightly, she took a glance at Tan Bengbeng, who sat opposite her and seemed to be worrying for Qi Yan. Then, a crafty look flashed past her eyes.
The corners of her lips curled upward.
"I understand what the King of Hell means. If you are willing to help me, I will definitely remember this favor; if a day comes when Bengbeng is interested in you, I will definitely support you in one way or another - even if I don't speak up for you, I will not cast a vote against you. Now, is this okay for you?"
"I would have helped you guys twice if Tang Yuansi's life was added into the math. All that for a neutral stand, really?" Qi Yan knitted his eyebrows and continued to speak even before Nian Xiaomu could say anything.