Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

The goal of intercepting the target has been achieved.

There's no need for us to stay here any longer.

Zhang Haiyan and Zhang Haike exchanged a glance.

Zhang Haiyan stepped forward, looked at the other three men who were clearly displeased, and spoke:

"I'm sorry, everyone, we have very limited seating on our bus, so we can't give you a ride."

They feign sincerity, but their real intention is to get rid of people.

Zhang Haike walked to Shen Mingchao's side and whispered, "Mingchao, the car isn't far from here, let me hold the umbrella..."

Hearing Zhang Haike's words, Shen Mingchao subconsciously glanced at Zhang Haixia. After all, she had to put on a good show, so she reached out to help him, but he waved her hand away.

"I'm much better now, I can walk on my own."

It's raining so hard outside; if this continues, it'll only cause trouble for Shen Mingchao.

At the same time, another teasing voice chimed in: "Tsk, people who live a long time can see everything. He couldn't walk just now, but now he can move freely. I really have to witness a medical miracle."

The voice was very soft.

It's a bit like talking to yourself.

But everyone present heard it.

The speaker was Black Bear.

Although I had already guessed that the so-called foot injury was fake, I still couldn't help but mock when I saw this.

The main issue is that he's very unhappy right now.

It's not just targeting this scheming woman, but also the two members of the Zhang family who intercepted the deal halfway through and used extremely dirty methods.

Damn!

As a former Didi driver, he felt a sense of helplessness, like a skilled cook without rice, when faced with his two damaged vehicles.

If he had known it would be like this, he should have driven over a hundred or eighty cars.

You want to puncture their tires, huh?

Let them do as much as they want, turn them into an assembly line!

But this is just impotent rage.

At their age, they would never lose their temper or argue in public over such trivial matters.

Not only was she concerned about her own dignity, but she also knew that this farce would only displease Shen Mingchao.

Therefore, the three of them maintained the utmost decorum, greeted Shen Mingchao, and then stood still, calmly watching the others leave.

But something unexpected happened to them.

Just before they left, a figure whose gaze they had all been following suddenly turned around.

The girl's skirt drew a light arc in the air as she walked briskly towards them.

Step by step.

The gloom in my heart gradually dissipated.

Only when the person was right in front of them did they realize that this was not a mere fantasy.

Instead, Shen Mingchao really came back.

Have you changed your mind?

Or is there something else that needs to be resolved?

They were unaware of Shen Mingchao's intentions, but their expressions softened.

"Lower your height."

Shen Mingchao waved to Hei Xiazi.

Despite his doubts, Hei Xiazi slowly bent down following Shen Mingchao's gesture.

Even slightly lower than Shen Mingchao.

In this situation, he was able to meet Shen Mingchao's gaze at an almost eye-level angle.

There's a saying—

The eyes are the windows to the soul.

Hei Xiazi thought there was some truth to it.

From the first meeting, he thought Shen Mingchao's eyes were very beautiful; they were a kind of pure and lively quality that made people overlook his equally outstanding appearance.

At that moment, he thought that this girl must have been born into a very good family, a flower nurtured by love.

It made him unable to resist the urge to pick them.

He thought, if he could keep this beauty around him like this, year after year.

That seems like a good thing.

But these flowers are too eye-catching.

He later discovered that the flowers themselves were covered in thorns.

Ugh……

This is so difficult...

How do I do it?

Is that talent that belongs solely to him?

Hei Xiazi's thoughts were wandering, his nose filled with the increasingly rich fragrance of the two people as they drew closer.

When he came to his senses, he suddenly realized that Shen Mingchao was not looking at him.

His gaze passed past his ear and locked onto the void.

There was no one there.

It was just an invisible mass of air.

But no one present knew better than Hei Xiazi that Shen Mingchao wasn't daydreaming, but was looking at something.

Upon realizing this, he froze, and all his rosy dreams vanished.

What Shen Mingchao is looking at—

It was his taboo, his biggest headache, and the spirit that had been tormenting him all along!

"you…"

As soon as he uttered the word, he tried to take a step back, but a slender, fair arm reached out even faster.

I patted him on the shoulder twice.

The force was incredibly light, as light as a feather brushing against you, without any weight at all.

Only a faint warmth lingered.

It's not on my shoulders, but in my heart.

Shen Mingchao withdrew his hand and his gaze, finally turning his head to meet the stunned Hei Xiazi's eyes.

A slight smile played at the corners of her lips.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for two people to hear clearly.

"Go home and get a good night's sleep tonight, consider it repaying the favor of the knife. Sweet dreams, Blackie."

She still couldn't bear it.

Sometimes, a person's state of mind can be intuitively felt by others without them having to fully explain it.

The phrase "I can't sleep because I'm thinking about it" sounds absurd, but it's probably not a joke.

Black Bear's condition was indeed visibly poor.

She had been struggling with this decision the whole way. According to the plan, she should have kept her distance, but just before she stepped out the door, an idea popped into her head.

After this parting, I wonder how long the other person will suffer from insomnia.

If you're doing such a dangerous job and can't sleep well every day, then your life is too dark.

So she stopped in her tracks.

He left with the words "Wait a minute" and turned away.

That's enough.

For the sake of the knife, she'll be a good person this once.

After doing all this, Shen Mingchao was still worried that Hei Xiazi might take advantage of the situation, as this guy was known for not playing by the rules. So she suppressed her smile and quickly added:

"Don't overthink it. At least call me uncle. As a junior, I'm just worried you might die suddenly."

After saying that, before Hei Xiazi could react, she took a step back. She originally wanted to leave directly, but as she turned around, she couldn't help but meet Zhang Rishan's gaze.

There was no expression on his face.

His eyelids drooped, and a hint of loneliness appeared on his face.

It was like the rain outside, flowing through the roof and falling on him.

Like a listless little blade of grass.

...This is so annoying.

Sigh, it doesn't matter if there's one more. They're all uncles, so it's really not right to favor one over the other.

"cough!"

She coughed deliberately.

After Zhang Rishan looked up at her voice, she said with a hint of regret, "Thinking about it carefully, I don't think I've ever ridden in your car before. Maybe next time, Uncle Rishan, you can give me a ride again."

I'm quite curious about the car driven by an elderly man from the Republic of China era, but it must have been a stable one.

After Shen Mingchao finished speaking, he glanced at Xie Yuchen one last time. She was wearing a sparkling brooch on her chest. He nodded.

This time, she truly turned around without hesitation, met the gazes of the three members of the Zhang family, and walked into the rain with them.

After a long while, Hei Xiazi blinked and said his first words: "It seems... we're really doomed."

Xie Yuchen: "Mm."

"I..." Zhang Rishan said one word and then stopped, before suddenly laughing.