“I’m not sure,” Ye Yunying gently shook her head, looking puzzled. “Maybe it’s just a prank from a friend.”
After saying this, Ye Yunying remembered Hao Yunyang’s instructions. After hesitating, she said to Amon: “Why don’t you go back first? I might be here for a long time. Remember to watch my house tomorrow morning, and I’ll call you to bring me the money.”
“Hehe, okay.” A flash of light crossed Amon’s eyes as he nodded and smiled. He turned and left under Ye Yunying’s hesitant gaze, quickly disappearing from her sight.
“Stupid bird,” walking on the street and holding the house key Ye Yunying gave him, a mocking smile spread across Amon’s mouth. “Tomorrow, I’ll definitely bring you the money.”
Hanwu Street was crowded with pedestrians, but the street was spacious and convenient for vehicles.
This was a comprehensive commercial street gathering dining, entertainment, shopping, beauty, and other industries, and was considered a notable street in this area.
However, for Hao Yunyang, all of this was completely foreign. Even if someone explained it to him, he wouldn’t understand immediately. He only knew that he had just over a minute left before his appointment with Ye Yunying, and the car had already entered Hanwu Street.
“Wanxiang Garden Teahouse, light yellow down jacket.” At Hao Yunyang’s request, Wang Shiyu’s car slowed to around thirty kilometers. Hao Yunyang sat in the back seat, scanning the street for the Wanxiang Garden Teahouse sign.
After driving for about forty seconds, a vintage-looking sign seemingly made of original wood colors came into view: Wanxiang Garden Teahouse!
Immediately, his gaze lowered, and he instantly saw Ye Yunying standing at the teahouse entrance, carrying a pink bag and wearing a light yellow down jacket, looking around.
“The future’s first female billionaire in China with assets worth over billions of dollars!” Seeing Ye Yunying, a curve formed at the corner of Hao Yunyang’s mouth. He muttered to himself and then told Wang Shiyu: “Pull over to the left side, stop at the teahouse entrance.”
“Okay,” Wang Shiyu responded.
From the inside pocket to the back pocket, searched from head to toe, Wu Ameng was then thrown to the ground by Wang Shiyu like a dead dog, with a foot pressed on his chest, before turning and handing the searched items to Hao Yunyang.
