"Is your nose really that sensitive?"
Su Mo'en was stunned for a moment, then muttered to herself, "Even a dog wouldn't be that good, right?"
Qin Chuan urged, "What are you mumbling about?"
"Ah... no... nothing..." Su Mo'en, feeling like a guilty thief, quickened her pace, "Let's go!"
Things had been going fairly well lately; there was no need to annoy herself. The man had given her face, and she would take it. She wasn't one to be ungrateful.
Fulu Hall's pharmacy was doing good business, with a steady stream of customers coming and going.
The arrival of a Mercedes S350 drew many looks; after all, this place was no bustling metropolis. The clientele typically comprised ordinary people seeking medical attention, and the sight of the rich or noble was rare.
Zhao Shiyu paid no attention to the whispering glances, entering the store with a black briefcase. She approached a young man, asking, "Could you please announce me? I'm looking for Li Daosheng!"