At six o'clock in the evening, Ye Xiu finished his day's work, declined Song Yushu's invitation to dinner, and took a taxi to the Xu Family.
On the way, Mo Luo said, "Young Master, there's a car following us. It's being quite brazen, staying just a few meters from our taxi's bumper."
Ye Xiu turned to look. Indeed, a black Mercedes was tailing them closely, and the driver was none other than Jiao Fuping.
He sneered. "Jiao Fuping is deliberately letting me know he's following me. He thinks this will pressure me and make me afraid. He really has a death wish!"
"Shall I go send him on his way?" Mo Luo asked for instructions.
"No rush. Lead him to the Xu Family. I'll take this opportunity to see if the Medicine King Valley is the Long Family," Ye Xiu said.
Mo Luo nodded. "Understood!"
