"Brat, if you dare block my path, don't blame me for sending you to keep your old man company."
After gnawing on a pig's trotter and eating two apples, Su Qiao was half full at last. She quietly circled around the people and returned to her thatched hut.
While no one was paying attention, she slipped into the room next door.
She had planned to remind Zhao Jingting about his identity while he was awake and bring him something to eat, but the room was empty.
The only person inside was Uncle Ya, who was holding a porcelain bottle and hurrying out with an anxious look on his face.
When Uncle Ya saw her, he hurriedly raised the bottle and gestured at her with all his might. "Ah, ah... ah, ah..."
"What's wrong?" Su Qiao asked, not quite understanding.
It took her a long while to roughly figure out what he meant.
"He changed again?"
Uncle Ya hurriedly nodded. Pointing at the porcelain bottle, which now held only a few pills, he cried, "Ah, ah, ah!"
A thought flashed through Su Qiao's mind.
Could that guy have changed because he took the medicine in this bottle?
She took the porcelain bottle, held it beneath her nose, and sniffed.
"What kind of medicine is this? Why does it smell like alcohol?"
Pills mixed with alcohol?
Who would make something that bizarre?
"Ah, ah..." Uncle Ya pointed at the medicine bottle, then tipped his head back and repeatedly mimed taking medicine.
Su Qiao finally became fairly certain.
"Are you trying to say that he took this, ate too much of it, and then changed again?"
Uncle Ya nodded repeatedly, looking somewhat agitated.
Su Qiao thought for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "So did he change because he took this medicine, or because