When Chuzheng returned, Xing Qiao was standing outside her shop, looking up at the shop sign.
The door to Yellow Springs Road was not closed, a small slit was left open, but Xing Qiao didn't dare to go in.
There was a clause in the contract: Do not trespass into Yellow Springs Road without permission.
He previously thought Yellow Springs Road was also a street, but he didn't expect Yellow Springs Road to be a shop.
"Have something to discuss?"
Xing Qiao heard the voice and turned towards it. Chuzheng had not yet changed out of her black dress. Her skin was naturally fair, and it looked even whiter in contrast.
It unconsciously reminded Xing Qiao of the girl in the sacrificial robe during the contract signing.
Xing Qiao: "Where did you all go?"
He had just walked around and noticed that many people on this street were absent.
