Finally, the truth unraveled, and a somewhat timid figure appeared before everyone's eyes, taking a few of the men inside by surprise.
Why would they bring in Brother Xili after those two walked out without any issues? Ugly, with a large burn scar on his face and a certain odor about him—don't they know there's a pregnant woman here? Some scents are not to be inhaled.
The smell that filled Mu Lin's nostrils made her frown slightly, and she took out a small bottle from her bag to sniff.
However, she had a pretty good idea of what those two were up to.
A smile curved her lips; it seemed indeed quite interesting, not bad at all.
"Hey, come on in, what's with the dilly-dallying? Don't you want that ten thousand yuan?" Gong Yu watched him with her arms crossed.
"I want it." Instantly, the man nodded so vigorously he looked like a bobblehead and hurriedly took two steps forward.
Ten thousand yuan was enough to last him a very, very long time.
