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My servants must be strong
"Hurry up, I'm waiting,"
Bai Xue said with a cold smile, turning to look at the woman who was the least injured despite being battered. She then gave the woman a high-level restorative medicine.
"This is for your father and brother to consume," Bai Xue said tersely, not caring whether the woman took the medicine or not. Then she turned to watch the villain staggering around, trying to find her.
Zi Ting, looking at the girl who was smaller but much stronger than her, realized upon opening the porcelain bottle thrown to her that it was a high-level restorative medicine, something unattainable for the lower class.
For them, such medicine was a luxury, often priced out of reach even at its lowest grade.
"Th-thank you,"
Zi Ting quickly kneeled to thank Bai Xue. Despite not wanting to accept charity, she was concerned about her father and brother's conditions. Her family was all she had left.