"I need a large quantity of food, salt, bandages, and cotton clothes. Please help me purchase them, Brother Zhan."
Su Qingluo's black sugar-like eyes shone with a brilliant light.
"Qingluo, you..."
Luo Zhan's heart trembled, and he subconsciously raised his head to look at his master. Both saw disbelief and shock in each other's eyes.
Food, salt, bandages, cotton clothes—all were military supplies.
Could it be that she already knew his background and wanted to secretly help and support the Lin Clan army at the border?
"Qingluo, tell your brother honestly, what do you need a large quantity of food and bandages for?"
Luo Zhan couldn't suppress his astonishment, so he asked involuntarily.
"Preparing for a rainy day."
Su Qingluo smiled with her eyes curved: "My house is by the river, just in case it's affected by floods again. It's always right to prepare early, store more food and salt, and have some emergency supplies."
"Ahem."
