After wandering around, Mo Xing almost turned into a bear, with his belly round and bulging as if he were five or six months pregnant. Even so, his hand still clutched a handful of copper-roasted lamb.
On both sides of the road, there was an eye-catching array of things. Li Qi and Mo Siqing, like two green students, kept gazing at the dense array of stalls on the side of the road.
Small jewelry, a variety of trinkets—they had both women so mesmerized their eyeballs turned green. Ye Ling followed behind, continuously forking out cash.
"Mo Xing, you scumbag, are you a bear or what? Can't you walk a bit faster? Why are you dawdling back there, are you a dog? I think you're just scared of spending money, you bastard!"
Ye Ling glared at Mo Xing, who was trailing behind them, grinding his teeth. In his view, this jerk was simply trying to avoid paying, cunning as hell.
