Qi Qingyao added, "How much do you need?"
Lu Yan smiled rather maddeningly but there was a hint of excitement mixed in. "Oh Yaoyao, our relationship is so good. You're just looking for nephrite, and nephrite is worthless. There's no need to pay me."
Qi Qingyao said seriously, "It's my personal matter, so I should pay you. I'm a person who makes a clear distinction between public and private affairs."
Lu Yan was stunned for a moment. There was a trace of faint mirth in his eyes. "How about this then, just take it as part of the consultation fee for my treatment."
Lu Yan's words reminded Qi Qingyao that ever since Qi Qingzhu's death, so many things had gone wrong that she had even forgotten about Lu Yan's condition. Qi Qingyao cradled her forehead with a look of annoyance, "... I had almost forgotten about this."
"..."
