"Alright, alright," Wang Dalong agreed readily.
Just then, Jiang Xiaolan slapped away his groping hand. She glanced around nervously before saying to Wang Dalong, "Don't be in such a rush. Wait till tomorrow morning."
At this, Jiang Xiaolan added, "And before you come tomorrow morning, bring the fifty yuan with you!"
"Got it!"
'From the sound of it, the show's over for today,' Zhao Jun thought. 'And Wang Dalong should be heading home any minute now.'
The moment he thought this, Zhao Jun spun around and took a detour, avoiding Jiang Xiaolan's front door. He broke into a run, heading straight for Wang Dalong's house.
When Zhao Jun arrived at Wang Dalong's home, Wang Dalong wasn't back yet. Only Wei Xiaojuan was there, busy getting dinner ready. She was out in the vegetable garden behind the house, picking cucumbers and tomatoes.
