After spending a few days together, Lan Junqing's personality was really to her liking.
He dared to love and hate.
If he was certain, then he was certain.
She pursed her red lips slightly and did not answer the meatball's words. She only continued to choose the medicinal herbs in her hand.
When she put the last medicine into the water, she clapped her hands.
"Done!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she picked up her feet and walked out.
"Master, you haven't answered meatball's question."Seeing that Feng Chuge was ignoring it, the meatball followed closely behind Feng Chuge.
Feng Chuge walked out of the inn and went back to his room.
"There's no reason. I'll help if I want to."Feng Chu Ge replied casually.
The meatball curled its lips.
"Oh right, master, that bracelet of yours…" The meatball finally thought of something.