Before Li Muyao could reply, Cai Mao had already hung up.
Li Muyao shook her head and laughed. It had been more than a week since Caimao had taken the initiative to contact her. Li Muyao was still wondering if she had spoken too harshly about the matter at Dalian Supermarket last time and hurt Caimao, this chuunibyou youth.
Fortunately, Cai Mao called on the night of the ninth day.
Not bad, this younger brother still remembered his adopted sister.
Li Muyao locked the door of the beauty department and put away the key. Just as she went down to the first floor, she saw Cai Mao waiting there, playing with the key in her right hand. Seeing her come down, Cai Mao immediately revealed a bright smile and quickly took the small bag from Li Muyao's hand."Sister Yao, do you see this? This is the key to the Harley motorcycle you gave me.
