C145 It Was a Friend

The old man stroked his thick white beard, casting a sidelong glance without uttering a word, merely letting out a soft hum, clearly harboring some grievances against Rong Qin.

He took a slice of ginseng from the medicine box, pried open the woman's mouth, and slipped it in. Then, he pulled out paper and pen, scribbled a full page, slapped it on the table