Reaping a Harvest
Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations
Particularly this youth who had been looking at her with contempt. He was simply loony.
Qiao Mu did not like him, and her stoic face was even more expressionless. She glanced up and then turned her eyes away.
"Little lady, this five hundred spirit currency is fair compensation." The woman was still prattling nonstop, but Qiao Mu was not interested in what she had to say. She flew away from the pleasure boat with Miss Meng and jumped back to her own government boat.
Just as she made her landing, Mo Lian walked out onto the deck. Behind him followed the stern-faced Fang Su, who was holding food, and the jolly Eunuch Hu plus the servants.
Each of them was holding a steaming-hot dish in their hands, and the scent wafted over.
Qiao Mu immediately ran over with bright eyes. "Dinner!"
Mo Lian chuckled and walked up to grab her small hand. "What did you do outside just now?"