Ding Yi understood that there was nothing else but cultivation resources!
In terms of family background, the Ding family was not inferior to the Huo family. It was just that they had a little fewer people. All the resources of the Ding family were in his hands. Every once in a while, Uncle Ding would bring back a batch from outside. He had squandered it until now. In addition, he had given many gifts to Zhang Ronghua. It was still a lot. It could only be said that the foundation of the aristocratic families was too strong.
"Prepare ten stalks of 500-year-old spiritual herbs and store them in exquisite jade boxes," he instructed.
"Yes, sir!" Uncle Ding replied.
"Brother, wait for me for a while. I'll go back to my room and change my clothes."
"Go!"
Ding Yi rushed into the room.
He waited for fifteen minutes.
Zhang Ronghua was a little stunned. Did it take so long for a man to change his clothes? She wasn't a woman!