"I think handing over a few prescriptions would mean nothing to her." Pei Rong disagreed. He pondered and added. "We have helped her as well. I don't think it would hurt her to give us some prescriptions."
Old Mr. Pei raised his hand and clutched his chest. He was so furious that it felt as though he was going to have a heart attack. "What have I done to deserve someone as shameless as you for a son?"
Old Mr. Pei gasped for air as he spoke. Pei Rong was worried about agitating his father, so he said softly, "Just think about it when you get back. After all, we are family. Don't you care about my future?"
Pei Rong did not dare to continue looking at his father. Instead, he turned back and started the engine.
"If I can't produce any ancient prescriptions, considering Deputy Chairman Qin's personality, the entire family will get implicated if we do not help."
