For a moment, Chen Mu felt that even braised pork knuckle didn't taste quite right... well, pork knuckle is still very fragrant.
But the heartache is genuine.
All I was thinking about was treating them to a drink.
They're enjoying their drink.
I completely forgot about the return gift.
It's been so long since I've given gifts that I've become rusty with business.
Chen Mu looked at Jie Jia's money pouch with envy.
"Take a second look, or you won't be able to see it again." Jie Jia calmly sipped his fish soup.
Chen Mu felt a sudden tightness in his chest.
...
Four days later, in Lanjia Lane, Dongshi, inside a three-courtyard house.
Thirty or forty gang members lay on the ground, fast asleep.
Inside the inner courtyard room.
Zhang Ye knelt on the ground, leaning on the hilt of hi
