"I'm doing fine," Ning Yiyuan replied faintly.
"Is that so?" Song Tiancheng smiled faintly. "The supplies should have already been delivered. Are you satisfied with them?"
"That's right. They've already been delivered ."Ning Yiyuan nodded and waved the list of supplies in his hand. "As for whether I'm satisfied or not, you should know better than me, right, Family Head Song?"
"What are you saying? I don't understand." Song Tiancheng narrowed his eyes and hid the brilliance in them. "However, I heard that the treatment plan for this disease hasn't been brought out yet. Do you need help?"
"Haha." Ning Yiyuan chuckled. "I believe that the medical resources in my hands should be much better than yours!"
"Really?" Song Tiancheng's expression did not change after Ning Yiyuan's sneering. He only raised his eyebrows slightly. "Then I'll wait and see!"
The conversation came to an abrupt end.
