Making a Life Together

“Whatever happens, let's finish this deal first.”

Mo Qing finished saying this, took one last long drag on his cigarette, tossed it to the ground, and crushed it beneath the heel of his high heel. He lifted his handsome face and looked at a middle-aged man who had been sneaking glances at him.

“Hey, come this way.” Mo Qing's pleasant voice startled the middle-aged man, who had been peeking at him.

The man looked at Mo Qing, then glanced around on both sides. After sneaking over, he followed Mo Qing toward the little hideout behind him. In the dim light, the scorpion on the back of Mo Qing's hand looked startlingly lifelike.