Shang Huan's residence was deathly silent.
Old Hao hid in the corner of the shadows, wishing he could squeeze himself into the wall.
Shang Huan, with his head lowered, seemed captivated by the patterns on the surface of his shoes.
Chen Mu stared intently at Shang Huan.
"Mo Wuzhou haha…"
"I can explain!" The chubby Shang Huan immediately began.
"Last time, the six Wu Mountain brothers cornered me, insisting on knowing the source of the Calming Pills."
"I thought I'd invent a powerful figure to intimidate them, so…"
So I became Mo Wuzhou's confidant?!
"Actually, it's pretty good like this. Those who buy Elixir Pills, when they hear the supply comes from Brother Mo's channels, they give money much more willingly."
"If the quantity can keep up, we might even be able to expand by taking advantage of the situation…"
"Shut up!"
Instantly, Shang Huan's neck shrank and he looked down at his shoes, acting like a quail.
