Ye Jiuliang gave him a fixed look, suddenly laughed out loud, and teased, "Li Mochan, you couldn’t have co here specifically to bid farewell, could you?"
Li Mochan stepped forward, his large hand resting on top of her hair, roughly tousling it, "I’ll be gone for these few days, be good, don’t go near other n, and don’t accept love letters from anyone."
"So domineering, huh, Fifth Master Li, I’m very dissatisfied with your behavior," Ye Jiuliang clicked her tongue, the corners of her luscious lips curling into a mocking arc.
Li Mochan chuckled lowly, his fingertips sliding down to pinch her chin, the delicate touch made him reluctant to let go.
"I have to be domineering with you, rember to check WeChat."
In the car, Wei Bei kept his eyes on the road, automatically tuning out the nauseating couple outside.
Being single hurts.
Ye Jiuliang wriggled her hand free, took a lollipop out of her pocket and stuffed it into his hand, she said with a smile, "Paynt for the al."
That craftsmanship could definitely rival Achen’s.
Li Mochan looked at the lollipop in his hand, his gaze laced with amusent as he looked at her, "Can I get a different reward?"
Ye Jiuliang spread her hands, "I’m quite poor, you know."
She said disdainfully, but pocketed the lollipop anyway.
"Ride the motorcycle slowly," he advised.
"Li Mochan, you’re so nagging..." She hadn’t finished her complaint when Li Mochan suddenly stepped closer, leaned over, and his thin lips touched her forehead.
It was a brief touch, giving her almost no chance to react.
"Rember to answer the phone."
Before his voice had faded, the man had already settled into the car, his deep voice disappearing with the closing of the car door.
Coming back to her senses, Ye Jiuliang watched as the car’s silhouette grew smaller and vanished around the corner.
She raised her hand to touch her forehead, muttering, "Li Mochan, you dare take advantage of , just you wait."
**
Mola Street, also known as the black market, is located in the most remote outskirts of the capital, unregulated by anyone.
During the day, it’s rare to see anyone there, but as night falls, people from all over flock to Mola Street, where all sorts of transactions take place, from intelligence, dicinal herbs, and jewelry, among others.
However, those who go to Mola Street are hardly ever alone, because while there are many treasures there, the risk factor is also high, and it takes real skill to leave there safely with treasures in hand.
Under the fading lights, the scene was dimly lit.
Behind a mask, Ye Jiuliang looked around at the shops, which didn’t hawk their wares loudly but simply sat quietly, waiting for custors to walk in and inquire.
Thinking about the Golden Snow Ginseng, Ye Jiuliang walked directly into the largest herbal shop at Mola Street.
Approaching the entrance, she saw the crowd bustling inside and frowned.
Could they all be here for the Golden Snow Ginseng?
She pushed the door open and walked in, choosing a spot in the corner to sit down.
A glance from the corner of her eye, and a hint of surprise passed through the depths of her eyes.
There were a few familiar faces, too.
Xiao Lingchen, Li Jingjie.
Wei Nan was here as well, could it be that Li Mochan didn’t go abroad?
She observed her surroundings with an unchanging expression, not seeing that familiar silhouette.
At that mont, the wooden door with mottled marks was pushed open once more.
A man wearing a fox mask entered, his dazzling blond hair especially conspicuous under the bright lights.
The half-eaten apple in his hand rather comically undercut his aloof deanor.
The young man raised his eyes to scan everyone inside the shop, his gaze finally settling on the black figure hiding in the corner.
A flicker of curiosity passed through his clear, starry eyes, and there was a hint of excitent as well.
"May I sit here?"
The crisp voice rang in her ear, Ye Jiuliang shifted her gaze from her phone and looked beside her.
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