Just as the middle-aged man prepared to say something, he saw Mo Jingchun walking towards him from the shop.
Without a word, the middle-aged man twisted the throttle on his unlicensed, well-worn motorcycle and took off.
The speed, fearing Mo Jingchun would confront him.
The wealthiest person in An Province could clearly see the cost of the ice-candied fruit.
Inhaling the motorcycle exhaust, Mo Jingchun slightly furrowed his brows and asked in a rather surprised tone:
"Candy, why did that man run away when he saw me?"
Holding the ice-candied fruit, Candy thought for a while, blinked, and said, "Brother, maybe you scared him away."
"At the company, I often see many big brothers and sisters afraid of you."
"You must have seen it wrong."
Snatching a stick of ice-candied fruit, Mo Jingchun said without looking back.
