"Sorry, old man has no money, I can't afford these medicinal herbs, I've bothered you." Wenren Qingqiu said after clasping his hands in greeting. Although his eyes showed reluctance, he still turned and walked toward the exit.
Seeing him leave so neatly, Mu Nan was taken aback and didn't react for a moment, then he grew respectful.
In fact, with his status, it wasn't about buying, even if it were for free, Mu Nan would eagerly agree, and might even pay him instead. Yet, this man did not hint at wanting anyone to give it to him directly, not showing any intention of taking advantage.
Mu Hanyan, however, noticed something.
"Wait, Senior Wenren, we will gift these medicinal herbs to you," Mu Hanyan quickly said.
"What, gift them to me?" Wenren Qingqiu was stunned.
"Yes, gifted to you, Senior," Mu Hanyan said generously.
"This... this doesn't seem quite right," Wenren Qingqiu hesitated.
