The little black cat strolled out the door and saw Xia Mian holding a pile of medicinal herbs, chatting with Song Yi.
Song Yi's expression was solemn, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the herbs in Xia Mian's arms, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
That silly brother of his, he must have spent half of his life's savings on these herbs, right?
"Miss Xia wants a more secretive room, and we do have one," Song Yi smiled, "Miss Xia, please follow me!"
Xia Mian wanted to craft a potion, and it surely wouldn't be a quiet affair.
With so many people at the inn, she must be cautious of those with ill intentions.
Song Yi led Xia Mian all the way to the basement. The lighting there was not as good as above ground, and the temperature was a bit cool.
But Xia Mian thought it was nice here, suitable for potion crafting.
Song Yi opened the basement door, revealing the somewhat shabby environment inside, "Miss Xia, the place is simple, please don't mind it."
