After everyone chatted for a while, Mo Chengfeng and Crazy Zhou went back to Lingxiu Village, partly because they were worried about prying ears next door, partly because they didn't want the villagers to worry too much.
What puzzled them was that Crazy Zhou and Little Sixth Master, who had almost started a fight at the dining table, actually had their arms around each other's shoulders and were calling each other brother when they parted.
Watching the dust their car kicked up as it sped away, Liu Zixuan raised an eyebrow and asked, "You two old foxes, what are you up to now?"
"If I say I used a few of my treasured collectibles to shut his mouth, would you believe it?" Little Sixth Master said with a playful smile.
"I really would." Liu Zixuan bared his teeth in a grin. "That bastard Crazy Zhou—so long as there's treasure involved, he can treat his father's killer like a buddy!"
