Shi Qingxue blinked naughtily and smiled at leisure. “He lets them follow you, not us.”

“What you or us? Isn’t it the same?”

Wei Zichao was more confused after hearing Shi Qingxue’s words, but she dug out two prepared packages in the carriage and then threw one of them to Mo Junyang.

Mo Junyang caught the package, and the two started to pick something in their own packages by tacit agreement.

Later, the two looked up ...