"Huh? Who are you?"
Li Chuan had just opened the door to see a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties standing outside, impeccably groomed, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a neat suit.
Upon seeing Li Chuan, the middle-aged man slightly bowed and said politely, "Mr. Li, hello. My name is Jiang Tianyang. I just got back home and heard from my wife that the Cyan Wood Ointment is your product, and you cured the sores on my wife and daughter's faces. I wanted to visit you personally to express my gratitude. Please accept this small gift."
Li Chuan was surprised that the main figure of the Jiang family had come to him, especially since he had recently spent time at his home with his wife—that...
"Mr. Jiang, it was just a small effort on my part, and since your wife supported my Cyan Wood Ointment, I should be the one thanking you. So, I cannot accept this gift. Please take it back."
