"Brother Cheng," He Du spoke through the noise of mahjong tiles being shuffled in the distance. "The Shadow League has accepted our latest order. This time, they're going for the market price."
Cheng Yan was surprised by this unexpected development. He hadn't even figured out why they had charged them so outrageously just a while ago, and now this. "All right, got it," he said wryly.
On the other end of the line, He Du clicked his tongue and sighed. "What do you think is going on? Are the people over at Shadow League just making decisions based on their mood or something?"
At that moment, the waiter came over to bring the dessert they had ordered.
"I'm hanging up," Cheng Yan said and immediately ended the call.
Yao Tang was already eating, her eyes dazed as she lazily twirled her spoon in the air.
She seemed to like the food.
