"Fuck!" Ying Zheng cursed out loud, "No way!"
Fang Yi gave a faint, squinting smile, "Doesn't Chairman Ying want it?"
Ying Zheng shook his head, "It's not that, just very surprised. Mr. Fang, you're not lying to me, are you?" The chubby man stared at Fang Yi with an unnervingly serious gaze.
Fang Yi smiled, "Chairman Ying, didn't I say before, why would I lie to you? This prescription is good stuff. If you don't want it, then I'll find another buyer."
Ying Zheng hurriedly tucked the prescription away, saying, "Alright, Mr. Fang, I trust you."
Fang Yi said, "Chairman Ying, there's no need to trust me just because of Secretary Hu. Whether to use this prescription or not is entirely up to you."
Ying Zheng nodded his head.
