Fang Yi did not stop and continued walking. Initially, Zhao Xueying wanted to stop, but Fang Yi prevented her from doing so.
"Let's go! Even if the herbs from such a place are good, there's no point in buying them." Fang Yi said.
Zhao Xueying wasn't stupid, and she immediately understood the implication in Fang Yi's words.
The young man clenched his fists tightly, with veins bulging on his arms. Watching the departing Fang Yi, his gaze was exceedingly cold.
Because he felt he had been insulted.
In the realm of traditional Chinese medicine, he considered himself highly skilled, and it's worth noting that his grandfather was a renowned national medical expert. His grandfather was a well-respected authority at Tianjing Hospital.
Thus, the young man felt extremely indignant and took note of this grievance.
"Are you saying... that young man isn't that great?" Zhao Xueying suddenly asked while on the road.
