One Word Worth of Money

Qin Feng ignored Liu Xinran. After getting the ingredients, he paid for them and left the pharmacy directly.

"Who on earth is that person?" Liu Xinran frowned and started to wonder. She found the man really confusing. In the end, she gave up thinking about it.

As she reached the door of the pharmacy, the cashier just could not help but say ironically, "Hehe, he did write some good characters, but that would not work. He's still a nobody."

The cashier felt that her anger was vented. Liu Xinran had a good hearing and caught her words. She stopped in her tracks and said to the cashier without turning around, "The calligraphy he has written would be worth more than one thousand yuan at a calligraphy exhibition. We should never look down on anybody."

Then she left without turning around.

"What?" The cashier was startled. She just could not imagine that Liu Xinran had spoken so highly of Qin Feng. The sudden strike made her embarrassed and silent.