that, he just got up and walked away.He glanced at the gift box in his hand, threw it casually onto the table, and walked forward. But after a few steps, he turned back and left with the gift.After s...Menglan smiled and opened the passenger car door, "If you had said you were going earlier, I wouldn't have to run to Zhuxian Zhuang."

"My bad," Xiang Wan said as she got into the car.

Menglan started the car, “For your pretty face, I’ll forgive you.”

On the way to Meng Hui's place, the car was much faster than before. 向晚 (向晚) felt a little carsick and rolled down the window a bit. When the wind blew in, she felt a little better.

"Hawthorn slices and plums." Menglan held the steering wheel in one hand and threw a bag of hawthorn slices and plums at Xiang Wan. "He gave these to me, said they would help you feel better."

Before, when Xiang Wan was traveling by car, she would also prepare some hawthorn candies and plums, naturally knowing that eating them would make her feel better. But hearing that these were prepared by He Hanchuan, her hand preparing to tear open the package retracted, "Thank you, Lan Jie."

After finishing, she placed the hawthorn slices and umeboshi aside.

"Still a child at heart, aren't you" Menglan sighed.

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"Eat it," Menglan said. "Have some, and give me the rest. I'll buy two more bags just like this and put them in the car. Then tell Mr. He that you didn't eat any."

Caught in Menglan's piercing gaze, A-wan felt a blush creep up her cheeks. She bit her lip before finally tearing open the package of plums and popping two into her mouth.

When you get motion sickness, your head hurts and there's a constant feeling of something rising up your esophagus from your stomach. It's not much better than being sick.

Menglan listened to the sound of the packaging bag being torn and chuckled softly, "Eating alone again"

向晚 tore open another bag of hawthorn candy, offering a piece to her mouth. Uume still had to spit out the pits, as it was inconvenient for her to drive.

"Not bad." Menglan popped a hawthorn slice into her mouth, her spirits lifted. "My treatment is finally better than He Dong's, awesome!"

向晚, “…”

Upon arriving at the Dream Club, A-Wan finally understood why things were so difficult. Besides Cheng Yu, a large number of reporters were also blocking the entrance to the Dream Club.

The profession of a journalist used to prioritize facts more, but now it emphasizes traffic more. In order to attract attention or other benefits, facts can be distorted.

As soon as they saw Dreamland, the reporters' microphones were instantly shoved towards her, eager to stick it right into her nostrils —

"Manager, Mr. Cheng said he came to the club to find a girlfriend and was thrown out several times by your instructions. Is this true"

Mr. Cheng said that his girlfriend was a woman from the mountains, but she was forced into prostitution by Meng Hui. How do you explain this

"Does Dream Hotel always make money by forcing women into prostitution A customer of the hotel said that the hostesses provided by Dream Hotel are also graded, with high-priced ones costing tens of thousands for one night. Do you participate in this yourself"

The reporters subtly accused Dream Club of forcing women into prostitution and organizing large-scale prostitution rings. The cases of Cheng Yu and Zhou Miao were presented as victim narratives, but not the main focus.r anger in her eyes, only the gaze of a stranger, faint and devoid of any emotion.But it burned like wildfire, scorching Jiang Qi Feng's soul, making him want to curl up in pain. "I'm sorry."Even if I...