Zuo Yifu's attitude immediately changed: "It turned out to be Mr. Ning. The little old man just didn't know beforehand that he was offended. Come and offer Mr. Ning's spirit grass. Mr. Ning, the spirit herb is 1.6 million taels. I will charge you one and a half million taels."

Xiao Er hurriedly packed the spiritual grass to Ning Qi and returned him a golden ticket.

Ning Qi couldn't help but let out a sneer in Ning Qi's heart because the other party was so condescending, but if there is an advantage in front of him, he is a bastard. Say goodbye first."