"Alright, Brother Leng, I'll be going then."
Lu Yuanbin was ecstatic. His mind was completely filled with the plan they had just discussed. He could already picture the defeated look on Old Nine's face. The thought made him even more smug.
He wheeled his bicycle out of the courtyard and, as a thoughtful gesture, turned back to wave.
But Leng Yuan had already shut the courtyard gate without a hint of sentiment.
Lu Yuanbin happily straddled his bicycle. Just as he was about to push down on the pedals, he felt something was off.
'Wait a minute!'
'I'm just leaving like this?'
But the matter was resolved, so he really should be on his way.
Lu Yuanbin couldn't quite put his finger on it at that moment. He started pedaling away. Halfway home, a cold gust of wind snapped him to his senses, and he finally understood what was wrong.
His Brother Leng was shooing him away.
He was obviously afraid Lu Yuanbin would stick around and freeload a meal.
