Chapter 129: The Trade (Please Subscribe)

Seven days later, on June 7th.

The early morning breeze swept across the winding banks of the Anling River, carrying the faint scent of grass and water vapor, until it reached the old city in the eastern part of town. It brushed through the dense foliage within the old city, playfully tousled the fur of a small cat under the eaves, and finally surged through the window, filling the modestly sized room.

At eight o'clock, Lin Chuan habitually rolled out of bed and then opened the metal door.

The Little Landlady was right outside.

This was the biological clock that the Little Landlady had cultivated for Lin Chuan over the past week.

Today, her cheeks were fair and tender, she wore a white T-shirt with a Pikachu cartoon print, and her lower body was clad in a pair of short, light gray pants that verged on white, revealing her straight and fair legs, which dangled in front of Lin Chuan's eyes.

It shook away all of Lin Chuan's drowsiness.