Song Zhiwei frowned and said nothing, but she didn't know how to refute.

Lin Qingmei smiled and held her arm and said, "Oh, just leave this matter to me, don't worry about it."

"Let's go, let's go. It's time for the garment factory to go to work. We can't keep Yang waiting for a long time."

With this interruption, Song Zhiwei immediately forgot about the herbal medicine.

The herbal medicine thing is still early and can wait, but the clothing market in Jing City ...