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Among the staff, a woman whose work attire clearly differed from that of the other employees immediately performed a Sichuan opera face-changing act, enthusiastically approaching with a smile:
"Hello, I am the manager of this shop. Please rest in the VIP room inside for a moment, we need to tally the potions that meet your requirements."
"Okay," Ye Xiangting said numbly.
After being warmly ushered into the VIP room by the staff, Qiao Sang thought she would have to wait at least several tens of minutes, but just after taking two sips of black tea, the manager came in.
Several staff members, each holding an exquisite box, followed her.
With a smile on her face, the manager spoke, "According to your requirements, we have a total of 7 potions that match. Would you like them wrapped up now, or should we deliver them directly to your home?"
Seven potions?
Qiao Sang was stunned for a moment and asked, "Only seven?"