Aren awkwardly withdrew his hand.
Along the way, Ye Jiuliang and Li Mochan walked in front, and Aren felt there was something off about the backs of the two people in front of him.
Miss Jiuliang seemed to be getting too close to Mr. Li the Fifth.
"Take breakfast with you and eat on the road," Li Mochan said, standing outside the car door, as Wei Bei brought over the packed breakfast at just the right time.
Ye Jiuliang obediently nodded, "Off I go, see you in the capital."
"Remember to buy a mobile phone," Li Mochan emphasized.
Ye Jiuliang tugged at her lips in a smile, deliberately saying, "I'm broke."
Sitting in the passenger seat, Aren's facial muscles twitched.
Broke?
What about the card the old master gave her?
Li Mochan directly took out his wallet and stuffed it into her hand.
She laughed, "I was just joking."
"Your hand isn't healed yet, no riding motorcycles," Li Mochan instructed.
