Li Ruoxi squatted on a cement block at the entrance of Nancheng Old Street, holding a cigarette in her mouth and squinting at the young girls queuing up at the milk tea shop opposite.
"Brother Xi, should we collect the management fee for that month?" Standing next to him was a boy with yellow hair, named A Kun, rubbing his hands and coming over.
Li Ruoxi ejected the cigarette butt and accurately shot it into the sewer gap three meters away without looking back: "What's the hurry? Let me finish the milk tea."
