The smile on Charlee Ford's face gradually faded. "I have all the prescriptions in my hand. Do I still lack these hands? Your conditions are not attractive enough, Dean Fang."

Conditions? Fang Jiaming's eyebrows frowned slightly.

Listen to her meaning, she is not refusing to give out the prescription, but what conditions are there?

"What you want, you might as well say it directly, as long as everything we can provide is negotiable." Fang Jiaming has a kind ...