"Can I meet your Family Head?" Yan Nanmo pondered for a moment and said.
Qinglan smiled, "Sorry, Mr. Yan, I don't understand what you're saying."
Yan Nanmo glanced at her, "Alright then, I have other things to attend to. I'll cover for Old Qiao there."
Qinglan curled her lips, "Take care, Mr. Yan."
Yan Nanmo took one last look at her and turned away, striding off.
Qinglan looked back at Qiao Yi, gave him the middle finger, and walked off with her head held high as his face grew a shade of slate gray with anger.
After leaving Linshan, she walked for a long time without catching a taxi. Linshan is located in a remote area, desolate for kilometers around, and Qinglan walked leisurely out of Linshan, treating it as a workout. She walked particularly fast, often sprinting ten zhang in the blink of an eye, leaving the two men trailing behind panting heavily.
