Brother Fu, show off your uncle, Meng Fu, if you have the ability, get an interview and a booth too

Song Jia and the other two were eating on the other side. When they saw Meng Fu and Qiao le, Song Jia stopped in his tracks and walked over to Meng Fu with his food.

"Can I sit here?" He held the bowl and asked Qiao le and Meng Fu politely.

Meng Fu lifted her chin at him. feel free to sit.

I've looked at your medical records. There are a few acupuncture points that inspired me. Song Jia was a good student, he was really good at learning.

Hearing this, Meng Fu took a sip of the soup and pointed at Qiao le, " ask her, she's a master, let her explain it to you.

Joe. Master. "...?" He was amused.

"I won't ..."

"You are." Meng Fu raised his head.

"Brother song, if you have anything, just ask me."

Song Jia could go with a thick face, but Gao Mian wasn't.

He was eating with Jiang yiran, but he was a little absent-minded. From time to time, he would look at song Jia and Meng Fu.

Jiang yiran had noticed all of this.