When Bai Ruozhu left the Meng Residence cradling Dengdeng, who was still energetically playing with his Longevity Lock, she was afraid he would let it slip from his tiny hand. Yet, the little fellow had a surprisingly tight grip and refused to let go. Even when Bai Ruozhu tried to put it away, he wouldn't allow it.
"Quite the little money freak," murmured Jiang Yichun, his voice low and husky.
Bai Ruozhu glanced at him sideways. You're just noticing it now? Next time, give him a piece of gold to play with—I bet he'd like you more, she thought to herself.
Jiang Yichun gave Bai Ruozhu a suggestive look, then silently left. Seeing him this way, Bai Zepei felt more certain than ever that this was not the man he knew.
Bai Ruozhu and her brother went straight to the pharmacy, picked out the required medicinal materials, then returned to the inn. She asked the shopkeeper for a small furnace and several medicine pots, closed the door, and began preparing the ointment.
