"It's not that. I'm just worried that my wife would run away."
PFF!
"That's enough. Hurry up and go."
What kind of joke was that?
The man then turned around and walked to the side of the road. Jiang Tingxu leaned back on the chair and felt a cool breeze. The discomfort from before had all disappeared.
What a coincidence. The stall on the side of the road was selling waxberries.
This was a good thing for people who were carsick.
"Young man, do you want to buy some waxberries?" The seller greeted him warmly.
Mo Boyuan only wore a mask. If he was a fan, he would definitely be able to recognize him easily.
Fortunately, the stall owner was a middle-aged man. He rarely spent time online and would not pay attention to entertainment news.
"Well, how much is it?"
"A dollar per pound. I grew it myself. You can try one first. You can make your decision after you've had a taste."
