Although the previous persuasion had reduced the number of people lining up to collect wine, leaving Gao Yuxing out there all by himself for too long still felt a bit unreasonable.
Muxiu glanced over. There were eight large, tightly packed wicker baskets—enough to fill an entire ox-cart.
"Mingming! Stop crying, hurry up and wipe your tears, go to the bathroom to wash your face, and get ready. Let's have dinner soon!" Liu Jun coaxed Chu Yueming away with gentle words, then sat down on the sofa, feeling his head spin.
Chapter 107