Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaowei's eyebrows furrowed.
"Auntie Jing, aren't you being a bit too greedy?"
Seeing Zhang Xiaowei upset, Liang Jing hurriedly explained.
"Xiaowei, don't be angry. I wanted to find you to treat my husband, not about Little Hu's matter."
"Treat, what illness?"
Zhang Xiaowei was stunned and asked curiously.
"What else could it be, didn't you just mention it before? Besides, that day in the cave, as a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, you are not unaware of what the herbs I collected are for."
Liang Jing, with her face flushed, embarrassedly explained.
Yet her words made Zhang Xiaowei bristle.
"Auntie Jing, you already have me now. Why do you still need to treat that illness for him? Am I not better than him?"
This question made Liang Jing too embarrassed to answer; she lowered her head, blushing and not daring to respond.
"Say it, who is better, me or Zhao Laifu?"
