Xiaozhou was not an ignorant person.
Ni Yang said with a smile, "It's all tea that I made myself, it can't compare with bought tea, as long as you don't mind."
It was then that Xiaozhou reached out to take it, "Yangyang, you're too modest, your tea is much better than the bought one!"
Ni Yang escorted Xiaozhou all the way to the village entrance.
After going back home, she rode her bike to the city.
She went to the Vegetable Market and bought some stewed meat and vegetables, then went to the store to buy five bottles of liquor, and then walked to No. 18, Backstreet Lane.
No. 18 Backstreet Lane was inhabited by a bunch of social misfits.
Rarely would someone as young and beautiful as Ni Yang set foot there.
By this time, quite a few individuals with dubious intentions had emerged.
A shady looking delinquent, with a rub of his hands, sneakily followed Ni Yang, attempting to grab her shoulder.
At that moment, Ni Yang landed a perfect Backspin Kick.
"Bang!"
