Are You still Trying to Argue?

The old shopkeeper, upon seeing a guest, greeted them with a face full of wrinkles, rushing forward to welcome them.

The guest was a young girl of around sixteen or seventeen, dressed in fine fabric, resembling a maid from a wealthy household.

As soon as she entered, she stood with her hands on her hips and chin raised, saying, “I heard that you sell frostbite ointment here! How many bottles do you have in stock? I want them all!”

Upon seeing a potential customer, Hua Qianqian should have been happy, but her arrogant expression and impatient tone left her somewhat puzzled.

“Why do you need to buy so many ointments?”

“Why do you ask so many questions? Do you sell them or not?”

Before Hua Qianqian could respond, the old shopkeeper hurriedly approached, as if he were afraid to let go such a great opportunity, “We do, we do! Please don’t worry, Young Miss. Tell me what you need.”

“Hurry up and pack the ointments for me, I’m in a hurry!”