"Uncle, you're not here to sell honey. You're a human trafficker, right? You're here to deceive flowery young ladies!" Ling Sheng hugged her arms in fear. She was indeed clever.
Jun Shiyan laughed in a low voice. "If I'm a human trafficker, why are you following me?"
Ling Sheng was very serious. "Because I think you're a good person."
Jun Shiyan's voice was very low, as though he was mumbling to himself. "Yes, I'm someone who only treats you well."
Ling Sheng could still hear his words clearly. Her heart raced as a suspicious redness spread across her face.
Ling Sheng and Jun Shiyan drove off.
The remaining unlucky fools finally moved. They could not wait anymore. It would probably be easier to walk over than wait for another car.
Cheng Ye was even more annoyed than Monk Tang. He kept harping on about his donkey and asking the production crew about it, demanding that they return it to him.
