"Xiao Feng, are you sure it's a thousand-year-old ginseng?" Wang Lubo asked dumbfounded.
Xiao Feng nodded seriously and said, "Genuine thousand-year-old ginseng. I'll bring it to you in a couple of days, and then you can give it to your grandpa."
In this matter, Xiao Feng wasn't joking around.
After all, in that situation, Wang Lubo bringing in the thousand-year-old ginseng was definitely timely help.
Though this guy likes to annoy people and often deserves a beating, following me around isn't easy for him.
As the saying goes, if you don't have chest hair, you have leg hair, I mean, if you don't have achievements, you have hard work.
In any case, giving away two thousand-year-old ginseng roots, Xiao Feng felt it wasn't for nothing and wasn't too distressed.
Of course, that's also because they weren't his to begin with.
