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... ace was filled with a pungent smell of herbal medicine, with paper bags tied with hemp rope scattered on the table.
“Alright, alright, Brother Zhao, what’s the matter? Couldn’t it be discussed outside? Why drag me in here?”
Yan Jing was pulled into the pharmacy room by Zhao Huai, helplessly patting his own sleeves.
“Brother Yan, what you said came true.”
Zhao Huai looked at Yan Jing, his eyes filled with seriousness.
“What matter?”
Yan Jing felt th ...
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