Liang Chengwang asked curiously, "Young man, what's your last name? I'm Liang Chengwang, the owner of this pharmacy, and this is my daughter, Liang Ya."
Daughter?
Qin Hao originally thought Liang Ya was a waitress, and even if she wasn't a waitress, he couldn't imagine that the two were father and daughter.
Because Liang Chengwang was quite old, looking almost about sixty, while Liang Ya was only about twenty-two or twenty-three.
"My name is Qin Hao."
Liang Chengwang noted the name and casually chatted with Qin Hao for a bit.
Soon, Liang Ya had all the medicinal herbs packaged, each type weighed, totaling over eighty pounds, costing about a thousand yuan.
Qin Hao took out a wad of cash, intending to pay Liang Ya.
Standing by, Liang Chengwang said with a smile, "Xiao Hao, no need for the money, it's not much anyway, consider it a gift from Uncle Liang in making a new friend."