"I'll go with you!" Mu Xianchu said.
Lu Chuyao looked at him. "I can't guarantee whether he's dead or alive."
"The third son of the Mu family doesn't have any inheritance rights. Besides the core of the Mu family, the only thing they have is the Medical Research Institute that you gave them. If I don't work for you, who else would I work for?" Mu Xianchu said it casually, but he also meant what he said.
A scholar dies for a confidant.
Although he, Mu Xianchu, had always been called a fox, he was still decisive when it came to matters of right and wrong. Lu Chuyao brought her along this time because something happened there and he needed a doctor to handle it.
"Thank you." Lu Chuyao said.
"You and I are brothers, why are we so distant?" Mu Xianchu was not angry but laughed instead.