"Uh huh. Got it." Huo Yao did not take it to heart.
The ID was not important to her.
She opened the box and glanced at the Chinese herbs to check that everything was there before closing the lid.
From the moment Zhuo Yun had taken the box, he did not touch it. Now that Huo Yao had opened it, he realized it was filled with Chinese herbs.
He raised his head and glanced at Huo Yao. He recalled Assistant Wang mentioning a deputy chairman. He promptly muttered in his heart. Was he talking about the Apothecaries' Association?
Zhuo Yun pondered briefly before he asked. "Miss Huo, have you been to the Apothecaries' Association?"
Huo Yao placed the box on the coffee table and shook her head. "Nope."
Zhuo Yun did not continue probing. If Miss Huo had become the Apothecaries' Association's Deputy chairman, it was impossible for him not to know. After all, the association was highly revered in the capital.
