Chen Zheng was willing to help entirely because he saw the kindness in the old man's heart and couldn't bear to watch him die.
"Thank you, sir…"
"Grandpa, please don't do this!" Sun Zhengtang's face broke into a smile. He was about to grab the medicinal pill, but at that moment, a stylishly dressed young girl in her early twenties ran over.
Without any hesitation, she slapped the pill right out of Chen Zheng's hands.
Standing in front of Sun Zhengtang, the girl eyed Chen Zheng warily and said bluntly, "Grandpa, you mustn't be deceived by this man!"
"He looks just like a charlatan selling fake medicine!"
The pill rolled onto the ground, becoming covered in dust.
"You little brat…" Zhao Feng's face was etched with a pained expression as he hurriedly picked it up.
