"Uh... well... today isn't my shift," Mu Tang stammered, sweat beading on his forehead as he finally thought of an excuse.
This man had come here just to grab the pestle and mortar. Whether he was here to steal the job or not, he certainly had no good intentions.
Certain of this, Mo Xian could not let Mu Tang continue grinding the herbs. The very next second, it was Mo Xian pounding away at the medicine again.
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