She walked forward, and indeed, the East Pearl was still inside, along with a pitiful few coins.
"What sense is there in coming here without money? This...You Ying brother, you should quickly take me to see my brother. He didn't even bring his money pouch. What if he deceives our hostess?"
Gu Lan's eyes curved with a smile, his handsome face appearing especially harmless.
You Ying, however, coldly kept a stern face, showing no signs of friendliness: "Please wait here, young master. This is the wish of our Market Master."
Saying this, he walked out and closed the door.
Gu Lan ground her teeth, unsure of what intrigue Rong Heng was playing at.
She poured a cup of tea and swirled it under her nose.
It was top-quality Biluochun, warm and soothing to the taste.
Gu Lan did not drink it, put down the tea, took a deep breath, and suddenly her pupils slightly contracted.
She smelled Rong Heng's scent, a faint medicinal scent, but it wasn't emanating from the parcel or money pouch.
