Zhuo Yun nodded and greeted Huo Yao. He looked at Min Yu and said, "Arrangements have been made at the Apothecaries' Association."
"Uh huh," acknowledged Min Yu calmly as he continued typing on his phone. He raised his head and looked at Huo Yao. "What do you want for dinner?"
"Anything works," replied Huo Yao lazily. She crossed her legs and adjusted her posture.
Min Yu nodded, veered his eyes, and continued sending text messages.
Zhuo Yun cleared his throat and took out the document folder in his hand. "Oh yes. One more thing. I received an anonymous package containing intel about Qin Zheng today."
When Huo Yao heard what Zhuo Yun said, she raised her head and glanced at the document folder in his hands, and quickly lowered her eyes disinterestedly.
