C67 I Don't Want to Do Business Anymore

The little shopkeeper was called Zheng Qiulee, he was fair and clean, and although he looked like he was honest, he was done for the moment he opened his mouth. He squinted his eyes and had a flattering smile on his face.

In the inn, including Lan Si and Jiang Weihee, there were only three of them, so it was time to eat at night. Zheng Qiulee brought two bowls of half-cooked vegetarian noodles