After Hou San left, Ling Yan asked Mu Yuan, "What's wrong? Why didn't you take the Guazhu that Boss Jia offered?"
"Huh? I also have professional ethics, okay? I have hands to earn money myself, why would I take his?"
Ling Yan pushed open the window, watching Hou San pitifully begging on the street, and snorted softly. "You're quite principled."
Mu Yuan was indifferent. "I've always been like this, but there's one thing I don't understand."
Mu Yuan moved closer to Ling Yan and also looked out the window at Hou San, saying, "There aren't many people on this street wearing pure satin clothes. I actually saw Boss Jia the moment I entered the street.
He had two people following behind him, probably to protect him. That little thief had some skill. Although he was still a bit worse than me, he could bypass Boss Jia's guards and touch his purse, which isn't bad.
