Jiang Xianrou's pupils constricted as she suddenly raised her head, and her hands clenched tightly by her sides. Her heart suddenly sped up, so fast that it seemed about to jump out of her throat.
"I—" She was so nervous that her voice was slightly hoarse.
Jiang Yao seemed to have guessed it and asked her, "The medicine you gave Grandpa—"
Jiang Xianrou shouted before he could finish speaking, "I made that medicine myself!"
Jiang Yao did not expect such a big reaction. He paused and looked into her eyes. "But the Pharmacy Association said that you stole it."
Jiang Xianrou was at a loss for words.
First of all, she did not believe that the Pharmacy Association would discover what she had done in private so quickly.
Secondly, she always thought that even if the Pharmacy Association found out about it, they would at least ask her in private and then deal with it quietly.
