Chi Jiao and Xu Lingling went to the flower bed downstairs.
"Name your price," Xu Lingling said slowly as she looked at her proudly.
Chi Jiao looked at her in confusion. She didn't understand what she was doing.
"Didn't you save my brother?" Xu Lingling had a strange expression on her face. She still felt guilty at the mention of this matter, but she couldn't admit her mistake so easily due to her pride. "Name a price. How much is the medicine you gave my brother?"
"Are you sure you want to pay?" Chi Jiao curled her lips into a smile.
"Of course! Our family doesn't want to owe you a favor!" Xu Lingling rolled her eyes at her.
If it was something that could be solved with money, it would be best to do so.
Otherwise, based on the way her parents did things, wouldn't they worship the person who saved her brother like she was their ancestor?
