Gu Jiao said, "It's not me who likes it, it's my little brother."
The man gave a slight smile, "Miss, you have a little brother?"
Gu Jiao gestured with her fingers, "Not one, three."
The man: Only giving one gift seems rather unjust!
The man gave Gu Jiao two more gifts, causing the servants nearby to feel their master's pursed strings tighten. Why did he have to ask such a question? Wasn't he digging his own grave? But there was no place to vent their vexation.
It was their master's own vanity after all.
When Gu Jiao left the Medical Hall, her little basket contained three more extravagant gift packages!
At the entrance of Huichun Hall, the man gave Gu Jiao a salute, "Miss, until we meet again."
Gu Jiao glanced at him, "I'll see the doctor again, what's wrong with you?"
With that, she carried her basket and disappeared into the crowd without a backward glance.
The servant was furious and gritted his teeth, "Master, did you see her...."