He Jianming noticed An’s father’s movements, his face changed instantly, and he hurried over.

"Hey, Mr. An, what are you doing? These are all precious medicinal herbs, so you can't touch them randomly!"

After saying that, He Jianming covered the box with a "slap".

Just then, An Xiangrong came out with a bank card.

"Uncle, there are 630,000 yuan in this card, and I'll give it to you."

When I handed it out, An Xiangrong was a little reluctant.

After all, this is the money earned by one's own family.

"Okay, okay!" He Jianming smiled so hard that he couldn't stop and patted An Xiangrong on the shoulder and said, "You can keep these medicinal materials for your own household use, and you can take them out and sell them to others. I promise, you can make a lot of money!"

As he said that, He Jianming wanted to take the bank card.

At this time, An's father suddenly reached out to stop his movements.

"Mr. He, since you are so profitable, why don't you sell it yourself in the medicinal materials market?"

"Mr. An, what you said!" He Jianming's smile froze and said in a pretentious manner: "I think your son has a good relationship with my Xiaoyu, so I specially took care of you Renxintang."

"Haha, it's really a care!" An's father said with a slight smile.

His sharp eyes instantly made He Jianming feel guilty.

broken.

Couldn't this old man see something?

He Jianming squeezed his eyes quietly. He Xiaoyu immediately understood and walked up to him and smiled softly: "Okay, Brother An, I'm still in a hurry here, so I won't leave much in the store."

Upon hearing this, An Xiangrong immediately looked at his father and said dryly, "Dad, hurry up..."

Before An Xiangrong finished speaking, An’s father shook his head, looking as if he was disappointed, and sighed: “Xiang Rong, we can’t ask for this batch of medicinal materials! This medicinal materials are soaked in water and have no effect at all. I can’t sell this medicinal materials, as this will smash our Renxintang’s signature!”

As soon as these words were spoken, He Jianming's face changed directly.

"Mr. An, what do you mean? How could I use the soaked medicinal materials to trick Xiaoyu's friends? Don't swear!"

Father An had a blue face.

He didn't know what his son had to do with He Xiaoyu.

"Mr. He, don't forget that our old An family has been in the medicinal materials business for decades. There is still some common sense!" An's father said unhappily.

As he said that, he looked up and glared at An Xiangrong, "Boy, I usually ask you to read more medical books, but you must not listen! Come and touch it yourself to see if this medicinal material is soaked in water!"

However, An Xiangrong looked at his father with awkward expression, and did not go forward to check the medicinal materials, and just stood there in a daze.

"Okay, you unfilial son. Now my own words are so bold that you can't hear me!" An's father glared and immediately slapped the table and shouted.

How can this medicinal material be sold?

What's wrong with his own son?

How could he be willing to suffer this mute loss?

It's so annoying!

"Boy, are I talking to you? What's going on?" An's father was so angry that he was a little trembling, obviously he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

An Xiangrong glanced at He Xiaoyu, then said to his father in embarrassment: "Dad...you, don't ask so many questions! Let's buy this medicinal material."

When An's father heard this, he was so angry that he couldn't breathe. He stared at his son fiercely and shouted: "Boy, what nonsense are you talking about?! Is our family's money blowing from the strong wind?"

Seeing the scene in front of him, He Jianming's eyes rolled.

Hearing An Xiangrong's tone, he seemed to have seen that there was something wrong with the medicinal materials, but he was still willing to suffer the loss without saying a word.

It seems...

This kid is determined to please his daughter!

Thinking of this, He Jianming smiled "hehe" and then looked confident, and stepped forward and said, "Mr. An, I see that your son is not young anymore. He should be thirty?"

This sudden question made An Xiangrong and his son stunned for a moment.

"Mr. He, this has nothing to do with you using waste medicinal paste to make people suffer, right?" An's father glanced at He Jianming, snorted coldly, and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Haha." He Jianming's eyes rolled and he smiled, "Mr. An, you see, your son is at this age and there is no woman around him taking care of him. If you want me, men have to get married and feel that they are responsible on their shoulders, they will truly mature."

Father An was slightly stunned.

Although He Jianming was irritating, this really touched his heart.

Over the years, he and his wife have indeed been worried about their son's lifelong affairs.

But this unfilial son has to say something, and he has no one to like, and he is unwilling to give in.

A glimmer flashed in He Jianming's eyes when he noticed the worried expression on An's father's face.

He continued proudly: "Mr. An, now do you understand? I am not cheating on you Renxintang, but giving your son a chance!"

He Jianming looked striking, glanced at An Xiangrong, and said meaningfully: "Our Xiaoyu doesn't dislike your son's age, so you still don't know how to lift him up."

Upon hearing this, An Xiangrong's heart flashed with a hint of inferiority.

At this moment, his appreciation and love for He Xiaoyu made him subconsciously feel that he was not worthy of the other person.

An Xiangrong quickly got up, poured He Jianming a cup of tea, and then walked to his father carefully and said nervously: "Dad...I, I..."

After listening to He Jianming's words, he looked at An Xiangrong's slightly red ears. How could An's father still not know his son's thoughts?

"Okay, Xiangrong, dad understand! Alas, you kid!" An's father's tone softened.

After so many years, his son finally met a girl he liked, and he was very happy from the bottom of his heart.

However, the woman's father's "take advantage of the situation to rob" really made him unhappy!

He Jianming pushed the glasses frame. Although his tone was plain, it was full of a sense of showing off: "Our Xiaoyu is still a college student. She is beautiful and has good family education rules. There are long queues for the men chasing her!"

"Xiaoyu..." An Xiangrong's heart tightened and he quickly looked up at He Xiaoyu, as if he was afraid that she would be chased by another man in the next second.

"Xiang Rong, this is just a small business worth hundreds of thousands of yuan. You are still petty here. I don't think you like Xiaoyu so much." He Jianming said shamelessly.

"No, no! Uncle, I...I am sincere to Xiaoyu!" An Xiangrong blushed anxiously.

Father An looked at his son's humble appearance, feeling very uncomfortable, and immediately slapped the table and shouted: "Xiang Rong, what do you think you are! There are so many good women in the world!"

"Dad! Stop talking!"

An Xiangrong turned around suddenly and shouted at his father abnormally: "I... I will recognize Xiaoyu! I will never marry her in my life!"
Chapter completed!