Miao Fenghua was stunned.
Did this little apothecary boy just say that Mu Lingyun was one of their own from Medical Saint Valley?
How could that be possible?
But if not, why would this little apothecary boy say such a thing?
Mu Lingyun also looked at Miao Fenghua and sneered, "Some people really like to meddle in others' business. What does this have to do with you?"
After Mu Lingyun spoke, she walked straight ahead.
The little apothecary boy gave Miao Fenghua a glance and said coldly, "I advise Miss Miao to mind her own business. Matters of Medical Saint Valley are not your concern. Why on earth would a fine lady like yourself want to turn into a laughing stock by behaving like a clown?"
Miao Fenghua felt as if her face had been fiercely slapped, burning hotly.
