"Anyway, enough about them. Why have you visited me? Shouldn't you be busy attending to guests or doing some other task, like keeping troublemakers in line?" Jiang Ruoxi asked with a raised eyebrow, looking at the old man in front of her, who was wearing a sly smile.
"Hehe, of course I should, but there is another matter I thought it best to inform you of," the old man said. Seeing his expression, Jiang Ruoxi could not help but twitch her lips.
'This expression... this is the same expression he makes before dropping a bomb that leaves me shocked or annoyed,' Jiang Ruoxi thought as she rubbed her temples with her fingers.
"Alright, spit it out, old man," Jiang Ruoxi said in a calm voice.
Instead of replying, he brought out a jar of pills—the same one containing the high-grade pills that Wang Ming had given for the auction.
"Pills?" Jiang Ruoxi furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him questioningly.
