Without another word, he turned and left, his very back radiating frustration and resentment.
Chu Fan pinched the still-warm silver notes, flicked them lightly with a finger, and sighed while shaking his head. "Sigh... Making money is so easy these days. I almost feel bad about it."
Li Xingxuan, who had only taken a few steps, stumbled when he heard this. He nearly tripped on a protruding stone and teetered awkwardly for a few moments before steadying himself. Without a backward glance, he sped through the main gate.
Mo Yunzi stood behind Chu Fan like a shadow, the corner of his mouth twitching almost imperceptibly. Though he made no sound, he clearly found the situation somewhat comical.
Just then, Li Qingxue walked up, her cheeks slightly flushed. Her voice was much softer as she asked with concern, "Are... are you okay? That Mo Daozi..."
