The young voice left Song Huize momentarily stunned. He raised his head and saw a black-clad man with a silver mask standing before him.
Song Huize's mind raced.
He was certain that he had never seen this person before.
In other words, this person shouldn't be here to confront him about selling fake medicine.
With this thought, Song Huize managed to regain some composure.
"I'm curious, sir, why have you been following me? I don't recall us ever meeting before."
Gu Qingluan lowered her eyelids, her gaze slightly chilly as she stared at his wrinkled old face. "You must have made quite a bit of money selling elixirs tonight, haven't you?"
Song Huize's eyes darted around, secretly speculating: Could this youngster be here to rob me?
Heh, with such formidable cultivation, he could do anything, yet he chose to rob others' money!
Song Huize felt indignant, but he dared not show it.
