C1988 The Problem of the Medicinal Herbs.

In a quiet house, the red brick wall was covered with climbers, and there were even some moss on some places. It was a bit out of place with the Shu Area's city. This was Lin Qing's residence.

At this moment, in a simple and plain house, Chu Qing sat in the living room and was deep in thought. The pen in her hand was constantly swaying as she looked at the paper on the table