Fang Qingyu certainly knows why the old man ran.
Last time, he "smoothly" took away his treasure at the bottom of the chest.
Shun's Dragon Craft.
The old man probably thinks he's here to take advantage again.
Fang Qingyu wasn't in a hurry, and continued to watch the float.
After a while, the float suddenly sank down!
With a flick of the wrist, the fishing rod bent into a beautiful arc in an instant.
A palm-sized river fish with silver glittering scales was pulled out of the water, struggling hard on the hook.
Fang Qingyu skillfully removed the fish and casually tossed it into a nearby plastic bucket filled with water.
The bucket already had three or four lively fish catches.
Only then did he put away the fishing rod, carrying the heavy plastic bucket in his hand, hoisted the fishing rod and walked towards the depths of the alley where Hong Qitian had disappeared.
At the end of the alley was that familiar red-lacquered door.
