The next morning, Shen Yuan was in the hallway on the 18th floor, watching Li Zhi, who had just stepped out of her apartment.
"Did you bring it?"
"So we're not even saying 'good morning' now, huh!" Li Zhi shot back with a glare.
"Uh, sorry. Let me make up for it right now."
After apologizing, Shen Yuan immediately bowed. "Young Master Li, good morning. Your handsome childhood friend, Shen Yuan, awaits your holy decree."
"I brought it. It's in my backpack, get it yourself. Just make sure no one sees you taking it out of my bag. Or else..."
Li Zhi tossed her backpack to Shen Yuan. "It'll ruin my good name!"
Shen Yuan nodded, took the Exclamation Mark Lamp from Li Zhi's backpack, and stuffed it into his own with a grin.
A moment later, however, Shen Yuan's gaze fell to Li Zhi's feet.
Her socks were a new pair.
Jiyang wasn't large, but it was home to Datang Town, known as the international capital of the sock industry.
