Ning Li tiptoed as she got closer.
The closer she got, the clearer the voice became.
It was the stocky man with the buzz head.
"I've said what I wanted to say, so it's up to you to decide now. What do you think?"
Around the corner, Ning Li spotted a tall figure.
It was Lu Huaiyu. He was dressed very thinly, with one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding a bag.
Even though Ning Li could only see his back, she could already feel the man's nonchalant air.
"Mhmm," Lu Huaiyu said emotionlessly.
"Are you done? Please leave if you are."
Ning Li was slightly stunned when she heard his voice.
His hoarse voice was a sign that he was sick.
The three men who had come in earlier were in his way, his response clearly not satisfying them.
The stocky man with the buzz cut took a puff of his cigarette.
"Lu Huaiyu, we came all the way here and that's all you have to say?"
