Sasha rolled her eyes slightly.
As the saying goes: Money makes the devil grind the mill.
It seems this saying is very true; the wisdom passed down by our ancestors can indeed stand the test of time.
Luo Yang just wanted to reach out to pat Sasha's thigh when he noticed her eyes suddenly becoming vigilant, so he laughed awkwardly and withdrew his hand.
"Miss Sasha, why don't you go back to the hotel and rest first, and think of a way while you sleep," said Luo Yang.
"No! I want to move into the village!" Sasha said.
Originally, it was agreed that Sasha would stay at the hotel.
Looking at her, it seemed she had other motives.
Luo Yang said, "Miss Sasha, what good does moving into the village do? If I want to escape, can you know?"
Sasha coldly replied, "None of your business!"
Thinking about it, Luo Yang surmised that Sasha was here to investigate the situation with him in the village.
