Jing Qing Yan certainly had no opinions about Jing Yan, and in his heart, he was actually very grateful to Jing Yan.
Had it not been for Jing Yan, his father would still be cooping up in a small, obscure shop in the West District Square. Had it not been for Jing Yan, his father would have been driven out of the West District Square after being humiliated by the manager of the management office there.
So, he was very grateful to Jing Yan.
But gratitude aside, it didn't conflict with his worries about how far he could go on the path of medicine preparation.
He loved preparing medicines, deeply ingrained in his bones!
"Alas, let's take it one step at a time. If it really doesn't work out, I'll just help Jing Yan for a few years and then go back," Jing Qing Yan sighed helplessly, shaking his head.
Splendid Pill Tower, fourth floor.
"Jing Yan!" Jing Qing Yan, upon seeing Jing Yan, forcefully squeezed out a smile so ugly it was nearly indistinguishable from crying.
