Gao Kee dialed the number the other party had left.
[Sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service]
Zhang Cuicui, Gao Kee looked at the neat handwriting, elegant and unrestrained, just like her.
He couldn't help but chuckle, wondering who came up with such a fine name.
But knowing she worked at the hospital, he was bound to find her sooner or later.
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Yun Ya settled into the car, and Du Shan looked back at her: "Miss, you look so pale. Are you ill?"
Yun Ya leaned back in the seat: "It's nothing. Let's go to Tea City."
Seeing this, Du Shan didn't ask any more questions and drove away.
This was the largest Tea City in Jiangzhou, where one could buy all kinds of tea, whether top-notch or inferior.
Yun Ya sat in the car without getting out and handed Du Shan a photo: "Go to Ming Xiang Pavilion and buy two ounces of chamomile. Remember, it must be freshly picked."
