It was as if an old man from the vegetable market had just returned, Su Han, carrying a filthy-looking bottle, might have been mistaken for someone here to buy soy sauce.
He walked in leisurely, and the eyes of Yang Zicheng and the others immediately lit up.
In their eyes, Su Han was like a god, who always descended from the heavens whenever they were in trouble!
"Mr. Su!" Old Xiao was beside himself with excitement.
With Su Han around, what was there to fear?
Su Han nodded and strolled over to Yang Zicheng. He handed him the medicinal wine, paying no attention to Long Xing and his group.
"This is the medicinal wine I brewed for Iron Cannon and the others. Have someone prepare a large wooden barrel and let them soak in it later."
Su Han acted as if he hadn't even seen Long Xing and his crew, not sparing them a glance.
The ignored Long Xing and Yuan Minglang's expressions turned uglier.
