"Oh, I saw you yesterday," Huang Xiaolong said casually.
Such an attitude, in the eyes of others, seemed somewhat arrogant.
Disrespectful, considering only himself of any importance.
Unable to bear it, Qian Gang retorted angrily. "Peasant! What's with the attitude? Do you have any idea about Old Master Fang's status in our Binhai traditional Chinese medicine community?"
"Qian Gang, shut up!" Old Master Fang coldly scolded him, then surprisingly, he started to bow down to Huang Xiaolong with big nods. "I didn't expect Master Huang to remember me, I'm so honored! So honored!"
This situation became more and more bizarre.
Huang Xiaolong barely remembered Old Master Fang, yet the latter had a face full of sincere happiness and honor, just like a grade schooler being praised by his teacher.
"Shanshan, what... what kind of person is this Little Huang? I...I think he... might be not ordinary," Mother Wu said, her face full of astonishment.
