What Do You Think?

After Yu Shijin had said his piece, a black car stopped right beside him.

It was a black car with a golden orchid flower painted on it.

The car slowly drove to the main road.

Half an hour later.

Old Master Yu walked Su Huiqing to the door. "I will get someone to send the herbs over to the Su Residences later."

"Thank you." Su Huiqing swung her backpack over her shoulders and raised her hand to cover her eyes from the sun. "I have already transferred the money to Xiangyang's bank account."

Upon hearing that, Old Master Yu slightly furrowed his eyebrows, unhappy at it. "Why did you pay for the herbs?"

"Yeah, the herbs are a gift from me to you…" Yu Xiangyang cut into the conversation.

"Grandpa Yu." Su Huiqing turned her head slightly, her pitch-black hair turning into a faint golden color under the sun. "That's a horse of a different color," said Su Huiqing in an extremely calm and peaceful tone of voice.