Xue Lixue deliberately appeared expressionless, "Go to Wanshou Pharmacy to buy something, then visit an important customer at Qingtian Sanatorium."
Wanshou Pharmacy is a drugstore, but not an ordinary one.
It had been in Changming City for over two hundred years, selling all kinds of Chinese medicine, all the purest of their kind, including various very rare medicinal herbs.
Of course, those herbs basically did not catch Shen Zhou's eye.
They arrived at Wanshou Pharmacy.
As soon as they reached the doorway, a strong scent of medicinal herbs wafted through the air.
Xue Lixue unbuckled her seat belt, pushed the car door open, and without giving Shen Zhou a nod, strode inside.
Shen Zhou, happy for the break, remained seated in the driver's seat.
He pulled out his phone, intending to scroll through Douyin and Toutiao, and the like.
Suddenly, a voice called out from outside.
Looking up, he saw Xue Lixue standing at the entrance.
