Ni Yang said, "Mr. Xiaozhou, no need to be polite, it's just a home remedy, it's what a doctor should do."
Her tone was indifferent, and there was no conceited expression between her eyebrows; she didn't find it something to be proud of.
As a detective, Xiaozhou had met all kinds of people, but it was the first time he had met someone as humble as Ni Yang.
If it were an older person, it might not have been so surprising; however, she was only seventeen years old.
As Xiaozhou looked at Ni Yang, a phrase suddenly came to his mind.
'As unassuming as a chrysanthemum.'
His admiration for Ni Yang deepened.
He couldn't help but wonder what kind of family could raise such an excellent daughter.
After leaving the Detective Agency, Ni Yang returned to the Noodle Restaurant.
Business in the afternoon was still booming, but Ni Yang didn't extend the operating hours; she closed the shop on the dot, and the diners also knew Ni Yang's rule and stopped queuing by 6:30 PM.