Ni Yang reached out for the bucket, "Thanks, Brother Mo."
"No need for formalities," Mo Qishen didn't hand the bucket directly to Ni Yang, but said, "This bucket of fish is quite heavy, let me take it home for you."
The fragmented remains of fish, along with shells and other things, weighed at least fifteen to twenty kilograms. With him around, how could she, a young girl, be asked to do such heavy labor?
Ni Yang smiled and said, "No need, I can handle it."
"It's alright." Mo Qishen stepped ahead, saying, "I consider it physical exercise."
Mo Qishen, tall and striding, soon left Ni Yang behind.
Having no choice, Ni Yang quickened her pace to catch up.
As she walked with Mo Qishen, they chatted idly, "Brother Mo, is your injury healing?"
She was most likely referring to the bite mark she had left on his collarbone last time.
Mo Qishen's face inexplicably turned red, "It's fine now."
"Have you been to the hospital?" Ni Yang asked further.
