Fu Shilv watched her walking back, the pain seemingly forgotten now that the wound had healed, but soon her stomach pain would find no one's sympathy.
"Mr. Fu, won't you have a drink?"
Mr. Wu intended to have a few more with him – after all, the best business is done over a few drinks.
"I'd better not, have to head back early, someone's waiting at home."
Sheng Youxia sat back down, the man's words reaching her ears. He must have been referring to Fu Cai, right?
After what happened to Caicai, his dependence on family must have gotten stronger.
Mr. Wu was planning to refuse Sheng Youxia outright, as he had already found a better option. The price was much more suitable, and in business, profit is what matters.
Sheng Youxia had brought the test report along with the raw material.
Within the tiny jar brimmed a full measure, "This is all food-grade material, even if you ingest it, it's fine."
"If that's the case, why doesn't young Mr. Sheng eat this whole jar?"