The man with the scar raised his eyebrows, signaling her to continue speaking. The information she had shared was something anyone with a little connection could find, it was no secret.
Qinghe was as happy as a child receiving a toy, "How about we make a trade?"
"Do business with a little girl like you? You think you can get Axing to sell pencils with you?" The man with the scar hadn't even spoken yet when White Impermanence couldn't help but interject, clearly retaliating for the blow Qinghe had just dealt him.
Qinghe's gaze fell on White Impermanence, her smile faint, "Do you like studying medicine?"
White Impermanence blinked, warily watching her tender smile, which seemed anything but well-intentioned.
"What, what for?"
Qinghe's dark pupils instantly shone, was that a tacit agreement?
"How about working with me from now on?"
The man with the scar's complexion changed in an instant; she was blatantly poaching right in front of him.
