Master Mo nearly choked upon hearing it.
"Xiao Xin, you're not being fair, learning the bad and not the good. You've learned to be a swindler from Jiang Qing. Four thousand taels for a bottle? Why don't you just rob me? Do you think I don't know? It's just Golden Honey with some water added."
Master Mo said discontentedly.
"Master Mo, I'm only following your example. Remember when my father took your elixir pills? You tricked us father and daughter into working as free labor for how long? If you have the skill, you can concoct a bottle of Golden Honey yourself, but I won't lend you Danzi."
Xin Lin chuckled dryly a couple of times.
Speaking of cunning merchants, if Master Mo is second, no one dares claim to be first.
Think, she's been surviving in Qingtian Academy for years with just a bowl of mung bean soup.
Besides, Master Mo is like a hidden tycoon.
