The Kang clan might have the audacity to welch on their debts with other people but never with her.
The butler wanted to arrange a carriage to send Zhao Chuchu home, but she rejected his offer.
Chang Hong, who had remained silent all this while, took the medicine box. Once they left the Kang residence, she asked Zhao Chuchu, "Was Kang Liang's injuries so severe? I glanced at your prescription, and the medicines you prescribed him are all expensive."
"He has money. Isn't it normal for him to consume medicinal herbs that are pricier? Otherwise, it would not be befitting of his status," said Zhao Chuchu as she grinned slightly. "After all, as long as he can be cured, he is willing to spend any money necessary. Moreover, it is not like I am profiting off the medicinal herbs he will need."
"That is true. Kang Liang deserves better." After saying this, Chang Hong could not help but laugh.
