Mo Jiaolan was even more astonished upon hearing this, "I can't believe you have this ability. Why would you even bother going up the mountain to catch wild chickens for money? Professional fragrance consultants can have starting salaries of several million a year!"
Ling Feng's mouth twitched slightly as he continued to smile, "Not interested. I don't like the flashy city life; I just want to live in the countryside and be closer to nature!"
"You're really at a noble level!"
Mo Jiaolan refreshed her perception of Ling Feng once again, feeling that this man was like a treasure trove, always full of surprises!
Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at a farmhouse in the suburbs. As they got out of the car, Mo Jiaolan and Ling Feng were laughing together, and an old man with a white beard inside the house saw it all.
"What a surprise, I haven't seen Jiaolan so happy in a long time. Who is this young man? Why haven't I seen him before?" the old man mumbled to himself.
