Yet once he said it, everyone immediately understood the light; this matter was not simple, and someone was clearly framing or perhaps smearing Moonlit Company.
An Qing said, "Who arranged your task for you? Speak up, or the consequences won't be something you can bear!"
Hearing this, a security supervisor in the crowd began to back away, covered in sweat.
"He... he... it's him, he made me do it, and gave me three thousand yuan!" The middle-aged man pointed right at him!
"You arrest him, he ordered me."
An Qing said, "Catch him for me!"
Sheesh!
Eating inside and out, bought off for a paltry sum of money, you son of a bitch!
An Qing was just about to curse out loud.
That security supervisor couldn't run away; so many people went after him that they caught him within a few streets, leaving the latter full of regret.
After interrogation, the security supervisor was filled with bitter regret; for the fifty thousand yuan someone gave him, he had done such a thing, and the latter had already been handed over to the police!
Meanwhile, An Qing stayed behind to comfort the patients' families, while the little one was grinding some ointment, with Beibei helping on the side!
Helping?
That was just wasting things!
Priceless immortal medicines were thrown into the Medicine King Cauldron one stalk after another, and the little one didn't care either; she only cared about the medicinal efficacy, and whatever was left over was either wasted or given to the Medicine King Cauldron for a hearty meal.
A moment later!
The little one put the ointment into a plastic bowl and casually tossed the rest aside. If Long Yanran saw this, goodness knows how heartbroken she would feel!
An Qing got the ointment and kissed the little