Zhang Xian was dripping with cold sweat, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
From her appearance, Mu Cheng came across as an elegant and dignified woman, full of charm with every frown and smile.
However, her speech seemed somewhat inconsistent with her appearance and demeanor, emitting a playful vibe. "Take out for a stroll," how does that feel eerily similar to walking a dog?
"Cousin, we're here to discuss some serious matters with you today," said Zhu Qing hesitantly.
"What serious matters? As a herbal medicine dealer, what business can you have with me?" Mu Cheng glanced at Zhu Qing. Her lips, full and rosy, curled into an odd smile. "Tell me, Qingqing, did a certain someone send you here again? If you need medicine, you can go get it yourself. My staff recognizes you, there's no need to involve me."
