chapter 88 This is not a disease, it is a poison

Not long after, the door was opened, and a maid bowed respectfully: "The master of the house invites you."

"Everyone, please." Meng Tianling said, and then everyone entered the bedroom together.

There were not many people in the bedroom, only a few maids taking care of people and a middle-aged man with a rough appearance and a strong build.

Sitting on the bed was an old man with gray hair and skinny bones. His face was wrinkled and pale, his eyes were hollow and...