Ma Qiaolan shrugged carelessly, "They can't hear us anyway."
Feng Hui asked with a smile, "What if they do? Wouldn't you be embarrassed?"
One sentence immediately shut Ma Qiaolan up.
The school bell suddenly rang, and the four girls settled into their seats.
When school was out in the afternoon, Gu Jin waved goodbye to her three friends and walked out of the school gate to catch a taxi to Jiulan Hall.
These days, Jiulan Hall had almost been tidied up by Liang Xia, with all the ordinary herbs in the hall sorted and organized.
Now, only the second floor needed her personal attention.
There was no helping it; all those precious and rare herbs were stored in her space, and she could only find a chance to take them out.
Today was a perfect opportunity.
Arriving at Jiulan Hall, Gu Jin stood in front of the three-story building, looking at the modern sign covered with red cloth.
