Fang Yi did not stop and continued walking. Initially, Zhao Xueying wanted to stop, but Fang Yi prevented her from doing so.
"Let’s go! Even if the herbs from such a place are good, there’s no point in buying them." Fang Yi said.
Zhao Xueying wasn’t stupid, and she immediately understood the implication in Fang Yi’s words.
The young man clenched his fists tightly, with veins bulging on his arms. Watching the departing Fang Yi, his gaze was exceedingly cold.
Because he felt he had been insulted.
In the realm of traditional Chinese medicine, he considered himself highly skilled, and it’s worth noting that his grandfather was a renowned national medical expert. His grandfather was a well-respected authority at Tianjing Hospital.
Thus, the young man felt extremely indignant and took note of this grievance.
"Are you saying... that young man isn’t that great?" Zhao Xueying suddenly asked while on the road.
"Yeah, someone who learned a bit of medical skill and thinks they’re some incredible genius; I don’t want to deal with people like that." Fang Yi said.
Zhao Xueying asked in confusion, "Isn’t he a staff member at the pharmacy here?"
Fang Yi sighed and had to explain it to Zhao Xueying.
"That young man is not a staff member. Firstly, his demeanor doesn’t match that of a staff member. Moreover, his attitude is so arrogant. If he were a staff member, would he dare to argue with people so recklessly?"
As Zhao Xueying listened, she suddenly understood.
"Yes, the young man’s fingertips are very dark, which is from frequent contact with herbs. Ordinary people’s fingertips aren’t that dark, like mine."
As Fang Yi spoke, he raised his hand to show Zhao Xueying.
On Fang Yi’s thumb and index finger, the color was darker. This was because he often handled various herbs while learning from the old man, causing slight changes in his finger color, although they were very subtle.
Fang Yi lit a cigarette and was about to withdraw his hand, but unexpectedly, Zhao Xueying suddenly grabbed Fang Yi’s hand.
"Uh..." Fang Yi looked at Zhao Xueying in surprise, "Sister Xueying, what’s this..."
"I mean no harm, I just want to take a closer look," Zhao Xueying said.
"Oh, that’s fine. Look as much as you want, I don’t mind." Fang Yi said.
Zhao Xueying’s hands were pale, her skin like jade, fingers as fair as peeled scallions, untouched by rough work, delicate and white. The way she held Fang Yi’s hand made it impossible for Fang Yi to mind.
Zhao Xueying studied Fang Yi’s fingers carefully, as if examining some treasure, while Fang Yi, with a cigarette in his mouth, was also observing her.
The sunlight was bright, illuminating Zhao Xueying’s face, casting a holy halo around her, beautiful and flawless, with a mature and captivating aura at this moment.
For a moment, Fang Yi couldn’t help but stare in amazement.
This daughter-in-law of the Jian Family, also a famous young widow in Tianjing, caused Fang Yi’s heart to flutter.
This scene, beautiful and flawless, especially those alluring lips, made Fang Yi swallow hard.
At this moment, Fang Yi’s old problem arose again, and out of nowhere, a flame ignited in his abdomen.
This indeed was Fang Yi’s old issue. He had always relied on practicing the "Evil Desire Scripture" to control himself, and it had been a long time since he felt this way.
Moreover, Fang Yi had already won the favor of two famed beauties, Bai Jingjing and Lin Xueru.
But Fang Yi didn’t understand why, at this moment, looking at the charming and seductive Zhao Xueying, an unusual urge suddenly surged within him.