Having held a high position for so long, coupled with the fact that she is a goddess in the upper-class circles of Binhai, it must be said, Cui Feiyan truly carries a majestic aura.
At her outburst, the middle-aged fat man became stunned and grumbled as he walked away. "Damn it, two nutjobs. This woman is indeed a goddess, but why is she with a small-time farmer conman..."
"Little Long, was that guy really diagnosed with liver cancer?" Cui Feiyan couldn't help but ask.
"Yes. If he doesn't get treatment, it'll turn terminal within a year. Then a few months later, he'll kick the bucket," Huang Xiaolong muttered. "A diagnosis fees of 500,000 yuan to save a life, it should be well worth it. He truly fails to recognize the value. Alright, Feiyan, let's keep exploring."
Walking along, they arrived at an antique-like quaint street.
This street has architectural styles from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, with projecting eaves and upturned corners, emanating a strong historical vibe.
