They chatted for a while.
Then, her phone lit up on the table.
She reached for it and looked down.
It was a WeChat message from Jiang Yao.
She opened it carelessly.
Then, her heart skipped a beat.
[Jiang Yao: Did you make that medicine yourself?]
Panic flashed across Jiang Xianrou's face, but she quickly calmed down and replied to him: [Brother, what do you mean? If I don't make it myself, who will?]
After thinking about it, she felt that it was not enough and sent another WeChat message.
[Why are you suddenly asking me this? Did Grandpa say something to you?]
She didn't think that Old Master Jiang would recognize the medicine on the black market.
Her expression quickly became calmer. She even asked him: [I developed this medicine at the Pharmacy Association. Is there anything wrong?]
She sent a few messages in a row, but Jiang Yao did not reply to her.
