Old Mr. Pei: [Hehehe. If you teach me how to make the incense, I won't tell on you.]
Huo Yao sneered. She wanted to tell the old man to wash up and sleep. Just as she was about to hit send, she received another text.
Old Mr. Pei: [From now on, I will give you a 30% discount when you buy meds from my store.]
Huo Yao's fingers instantly deleted the text she composed and retyped it: [Sure thing. I'm a great teacher.]
Old Mr. Pei was still trying to come up with his kill shot in case his last text failed: […]
Did she agree so easily?
It was not what he had imagined.
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Huo Yao put her phone away and looked out of the window. She recalled that her grandmother was probably out of medicine by now. It was about time she made more and mailed them to her.
She would come up with a list when she got back.
The car reached their estate before long.
Huo Yao's phone rang after she entered the villa.
