The corner of Rong Zhan's mouth twitched for a moment. Seeing how generous the little one was, he immediately switched out a huge basket. He stretched out his hand to pull on Ye Zhizhi's sleeve and said in a low voice, "Little one, these are medicinal ingredients."
"En. Mhm, I know!" Ye Zhizhi nodded. She then looked at the peddler and lowered her eyes. "Is it not enough?"
When the peddler saw more than half of the medicinal herbs in her basket, he was dumbfounded. He hurriedly nodded and said, "It's enough, it's enough..." As he said that, he was about to reach out and take the basket when Rong Zhan gave him a fierce glare from the corner of his eyes.
The peddler hurriedly said with a smile, "There are so many medicinal herbs. Even if you take me back with you, it would be enough."
"Are you courting death?" Rong Zhan fiercely glared at him and hurriedly protected Ye Zhizhi by his side. He slightly tilted his body, giving off an imposing manner.
