"Zhou Yan, let's go!"
Seeing the situation, Zhong Zifan pulled Liao Song to squeeze out, with Liao Song still carrying that large bag of cash. After being dragged out of the crowd, his face involuntarily showed a look of confusion and bewilderment.
"It's not finished yet. Where are we going?"
Seeing Liao Song's confused expression, Zhong Zifan couldn't help but laugh:
"Miss Huo hit it big. We have to hurry and buy firecrackers! High Icy Lemon Orange, such fine jadeite has been cut, of course, we must set off firecrackers to celebrate!"
Zhong Zifan laughed heartily. Liao Song came to his senses and quickly nodded in agreement. He glanced back at the courtyard reluctantly, then eagerly pulled Zhong Zifan to walk out.
