C118 I hit you?

Did I hit you?

After he finished speaking, the Zhang Gongzi looked at Wang Qian with a face full of ridicule: "Where did this bumpkin come from, wearing casual attire, and you still have the nerve to come to the Zheng Family's pharmacy to buy Insect Summer Grass?"

Wang Qian stood in front of the medicine cabinet and looked at the names of the herbs