On the plane back to Jiangbei, Liu Yuhang was still talking excitedly.
By the time the plane landed, Liu Yuhang's voice had become hoarse.
Lin Fan could not help but laugh. This was the first time he had seen someone so happy over something.
It was only 7:30 at night.
It was only an hour's drive from Jiangbei to Qing City. Therefore, Lin Fan did not go back to his dormitory to rest.
After returning to Jiangbei University, he got into the car.
However, Lin Fan did not start the G-Class immediately. Instead, he took out his phone and looked at the red packets that were flashing on the screen.
"1,002 red packets. Let's see what I can get," Lin Fan said.
1,002 red packets. This was Lin Fan's income from having spent ten million on the hundred-year-old ginseng and 20,000 for a meal.
Obviously, he would not be able to get back the ten million he spent to purchase Medical Water from the system through this batch of red packets.
