No More than Three in a Month, No More than Nine in a Year

"Good to know that it's been resolved." Wang Yao was relieved when he heard the news.

Zhou Xiong was a responsible man, and his son was sensible. Wang Yao's impression of the father and son was very good.

That day, Li Maoshuang personally delivered the herbs that Wang Yao ordered to the village. It was the first time he had visited Nanshan hill and saw Wang Yao's herbal field.

"My god, you planted so many herbs?!" His eyes were wide.

"Ladybells, radix sileris, radix gentianae, licorice…What is this?"

His curiosity led him to make a round outside the herbal field, and the dog followed him closely with suspicious eyes like it was looking at a thief.

"Huh? Why is your dog looking at me like this? Why do I feel like it's looking at me like I am a thief?" Li Maoshuang was surprised and remarked.

"Yes, I think that's what it meant!" Wang Yao laughed.

"This dog is intelligent," Li Maoshuang chuckled. He was not offended.