Out of concern for Wen Ya's health, An Yan didn't browse from store to store and instead went straight into the best-decorated, most luxurious one.
As she was selecting medicinal ingredients, a middle-aged man entered.
He headed straight for An Yan as soon as he came in.
"Little Master, I swear our people really didn't bully yours!"
Zhang Xuebin, dressed in casual clothes, was panting.
Joking aside, this was a critical matter for him; how could he let the Little Master misunderstand?
After receiving the information, he checked the surveillance footage from the other interrogation room. Once he confirmed that Wen Ya hadn't suffered any attack from his men from the moment she entered until she left, he hurriedly rushed over to find An Yan.
An Yan glanced sideways at Wen Ya. "You tell me!"
