A spirited and handsome man dressed in purple walked inside.
He promptly winked at Qiao Mu upon entering and chuckled, "Qiaoqiao."
Qiao Mu was startled.
The person that suddenly sauntered inside turned out to be Young Sir Ding Yun.
His businesses really could be found everywhere in the Shuntian Prefecture…
Mo Lian couldn't help but get angered to laughter. "The cult master of the Demonic Cult is in quite the leisurely mood. Your business is quite extensive, from pharmaceutical to restaurants to an underground battle arena. Truly anything one can think of."
"Thank you, thank you." Ding Yun cupped his hands pridefully at Mo Lian to piss him off.
"Qiaoqiao, just directly take anything you want from inside this shop of mine!"
Qiao Mu was expressionless.
The shopkeeper wiped his swept as he bowed courteously. "Young Sir."
