"Younger brother, what are you talking about? If Divine Doctor can cure our second brother's illness, we can't undercompensate Brother Ling," said Qiu Feng, who was quite eloquent. Even judging by his appearance, Qiu Feng looked amiable, and he was definitely a decent person.
Ling Zhenfei smirked slightly, not saying a word. Speaking up in this instance wouldn't be appropriate.
"Well, if you can't cure my second brother's illness, how much do you plan to charge?" Qiu Yun asked Ling Zhenfei coldly, his eyes rolling as he looked at him.
"Qiu Yun, what are you talking about?"
Qiu Feng scolded angrily, blaming his younger brother for his poor choice of words. There's a way to speak and act, and this wasn't it.
