C1050 The story of the little fatty

"How much are you selling these pills for?" Xiao Qianhan lowered his head and asked after not picking up the little fatty's words.

The quality of these medicinal pills was quite ordinary, and even a bit crude. No wonder Fatty had to set up a stall at this time of day. It was difficult to sell them.

Although it was cheap, its quality was too poor and its effects were too poor. Furthermore