Seeing Yuan Ming hesitate, Zhuo Lingling thought that the price was too high and that Yuan Ming was considering giving up. However, she didn't want to let this business slip away for nothing. After thinking for a moment, she smiled and said, "Young Master Yuan, how many bottles of Jinhua Pill do you plan to buy?"

"Fifteen bottles," Yuan Ming replied.

When Zhuo Lingling heard the number fifteen, her breathing became slightly faster. In her heart, she couldn't help but think that this Young Master Yuan from the Central Plains was her benefactor!

In the previous transaction, she had already earned a lot of commission. Seeing another big deal, how could she let it slip away from her?