She didn't care about money at all, but she cared about Ding Hao's so-called "bizarre" thoughts. For an elixir pharmacist, those subversive ideas were simply poisons. Once poisoned, she would never be able to be cured.

Slightly silent for a moment, Ximen Qianxue nodded, "Well, then wait for the news."

After that, she looked at the sky outside the window, and the sun was about to set, the twilight came, and the light in the room became dark.

Ding Hao ...