Put down the phone, and after the excitement passed.
The more Wang Zhao Ping thought about Brother Meng, the more he felt that his actions were unpredictable, almost like every word he said was spot on!
No matter how tortuous, bizarre, or unbelievable the process was, he never failed.
Thinking back to what Brother Meng told him today, advising him to go to Nanshan Temple to draw lots...
The painting had already proved that Meng Lang's actions always had deep meanings.
So will this lot... really be effective too?
Thinking of this, he immediately got into his vehicle in pursuit of the truth, driving towards the suburbs...
...
On the other side.
After dealing with Wang Zhao Ping's affairs, Meng Lang just put down his phone when he saw a figure tiptoeing out of the bedroom...
"Uh..." Seeing Meng Lang looking over, Lin Haitang felt a bit unnatural but tried to act calm.
"It's getting late, I'll head back to make dinner for Xiao Yu."
