"Where are you going?" Seeing Xiao Qiang standing up, Zheng Xiuyan asked anxefully.
Xiao Qiang looked at her in surprise, then realized that the young miss was concerned about him leaving. He shook his head helplessly with a bitter smile and asked, "So, don't your Goryeo doctors work?"
"What, work?"
Zheng Xiuyan's mouth flew open in shock. "You, of all people, actually need to work?"
In her eyes, Xiao Qiang was essentially a dotard, hiding in the city. Zheng Xiuyan may not understand martial arts, but there certainly were martial artists in Goryeo. She could definitely discern that anyone who could effortlessly kill her numerous bodyguards was clearly a top-tier martial artist. In front of Xiao Qiang, such people were impotent, showing just how formidable Xiao Qiang was.
But such a person still had to go to work. Just how strange must this culture be?
