Old Man Fang saw his son's expression and knew he didn't want him to continue. The old man folded his hands behind his back and turned to leave the courtyard.
Gu Qiaoqiao said coolly from behind, "Old Fang, rest assured, they say a fire brings luck. Yubao Square in Jinling City is bound to do better and better. They say 'a fall into the pit, a gain in your wit.' You don't need to say it, my uncle will remember it for a lifetime."
Old Man Fang turned to glance at Gu Qiaoqiao, snorted coldly, then looked at the young man beside him, glaring, "What are you still standing around for? Quickly take the things into the house."
The young man smiled honestly, not bothered by Old Man Fang's attitude. Perhaps the old man was always like this, and he was used to it.
He picked up the bag filled with medicine and other items and headed toward the house where Fang Liang lived.
Old Man Fang, with his hands behind his back, slowly left the courtyard.
