At the break of dawn, when the sun was hanging in the sky, Ye Qingyu and Tang San returned to the streets of the city, heading toward the Ye residence.

At the entrance of the Ye residence.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey... if it hadn't been for me, you wouldn't have been able to slip out so easily.” The drunken Old Fish leaned against a stone pillar in front of the door, revealing a crafty smile.

“You old thing... belch... if it hadn't been for me, you think you would find it ...