The cool breeze lightly stirred the white cloth in Cheng Sufeng's hand.
Qin An shook his head, not following Cheng Sufeng's instructions: "It's getting late, I'm leaving first."
Cheng Sufeng widened his eyes, seeing Qin An already at the door, he opened his mouth but hesitated to speak.
Only after Qin An's figure disappeared did Cheng Sufeng come to his senses.
"Reserved and eccentric, but he has extraordinary talent in the healing arts. This lad is something else."
The medicine cabinet stood open, filled with angelica root.
Cheng Sufeng picked one up and held it to his nose to sniff.
To select angelica from so many medicinal herbs without being disturbed by the scent of others requires practice.
His interest in Qin An grew stronger.
Footsteps sounded outside the door.
A middle-aged man, exuding a fierce aura like a dragon, strode into the courtyard, clasping his hands, saying, "Mr. Li is not pleased."
