An Yiqing smiled faintly and shook her head nonchalantly, "Old Tang, I am truly grateful for everything you've done for Xiao Hei. It's just a bottle of medicine; it's nothing worth mentioning."
In Tang Zhifeng's eyes, there was a strong sense of gratification as he looked at An Yiqing with a hint of affection.
"I knew you were the right person, young lady. Come on, help me back; there's something I want to explain to you."
An Yiqing supported Tang Zhifeng, and the group quickly reached Tang Zhifeng's room. The little rascal with a tiger head, Little Tiger, had seemingly gone off to play somewhere and was not in the courtyard. Tang Zhifeng's room wasn't connected to the Xuanmen, so the courtyard was empty.
"Why is there no one here? Old Tang, do you need me to go to Xuanmen and call some people over?" An Yiqing looked around the courtyard, frowning at the emptiness.
