His infatuation (2)_1

So much money.

Shen Jing slowly brewed a pot of chrysanthemum tea. The moment she saw Zhuang Ming, she knew who the big spender outside was.

"The Second Master only has one hour. What do you say? Name your price," Zhuang Ming said.

One hour was just right; her back ached, and sitting for long was uncomfortable.

Shen Jing didn't ask for an exorbitant fee. "Whatever the troupe leader charges is fine."

Zhuang Ming took a step forward, then stopped and looked at her. "He doesn't drink chrysanthemum tea."

"My shop is humble; we only have chrysanthemum tea," Shen Jing said, carrying the teapot to the table. "He needs to cool down."

Zhuang Ming couldn't understand. Zhou Luchen's health was regularly checked and maintained by a family doctor. His diet was light, and he abstained from smoking and drinking; he was hardly the type to suffer from excessive internal heat.