Was she really that hateful?

By the time Ye Qing Luo returned to the pill refining room, it had already been two hours.

Ghost Doctor's original sunken, dark face, was filled with dark clouds now.

A pair of chilly eyes, stared intently at Ye Qing Luo, "Did you need to take that long to have a meal?"

"Something happened, so I got delayed." Ye Qing Luo lowered her head, as she chuckled softly.

Ghost Doctor gave a cold harrumph, as his expressed turned gloomy, "Troublesome."

Ye Qing Luo gave a few dry laughs.

Seeing her putting up this expression, he was too lazy to scold her further, as he flicked his sleeves and walked back into the secret room in the pill refining room.

For the rest of the time, Ye Qing Luo started on arranging the other medicinal cabinet.

With the experience from the earlier part of the day, tidying up the second medicinal cabinet was much easier now.