On this occasion, Zhang Wenbo suddenly took out the set of silver needles, and without saying his intentions, both Sun Bingchu and Chen Zhenming knew what it meant.
"Old buddy, are you sure you don't want to reconsider?" Even though Sun Bingchu spoke in a low voice, Zhang Xiaobei heard him loud and clear.
"What's there to consider? The needles should belong to someone with virtue."
Seeing Zhang Wenbo's determination, Sun Bingchu and the other could no longer say anything, only stand aside in silence.
Although Zhang Xiaobei didn't know what the set of silver needles signified, judging from Sun Bingchu's words and expression, these needles were definitely extraordinary.
If they were just ordinary silver needles, Sun Bingchu would not have tried to stop him.
"Mr. Zhang, I think we should forget it, for this old woman's illness, ordinary silver needles can do the job. There's no need for such precious needles."
"How can you say that? Are you trying to refuse my goodwill?"
