"Okay," Ling Mohan stood up, politely seeing them off.
Four cars left the farm in a grand procession, and Ling Mohan withdrew his gaze, casually tearing a leaf off a tree and slowly ripping it into pieces.
The tea gradually cooled, but the fragrance lingered.
Ling Mohan, however, didn't take another sip.
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Bai Xiao was angry! The kind that couldn't be easily soothed!
They had agreed to let her soar, yet before she could even take off, Ye Huang had arrived!
The dishes on the farm's map looked so delicious, but she hadn't even caught a whiff of them!
Uncle Yang sensed the thick scent of gunpowder in the back seat; the Young Madam rarely lost her temper like this, and he was ready for a show.
He wondered how Young Master Ye would coax the Young Madam.
A few minutes later, Ye Huang tried to scoot closer to Bai Xiao. She immediately stopped him with her hand: "Don't come closer, just keep the distance like this!"
