Chapter 308: I Come from Mountain Mist

White Hair savored another peanut, tossing it into his mouth with relish.

Crunch~

Both the man and the woman turned around at the sound, and White Hair promptly raised his hand to signal, "Carry on, after all I'm single now."

"Damn!"

Lin An was about to unleash a full-on brawl right there in the shop.

At that moment, two men dressed in striped plaid suit jackets over light blue shirts entered the store.

Their attire was of an extremely serious style, their hair meticulously groomed, their leather shoes shining enough to reflect someone's face.

One was about forty years old, wearing decorative light tea-colored glasses, carrying a black leather briefcase.

The other, a thirty-something-year-old man in the lead, had a gaze that swiveled without any hint of fluctuation—a typical business-like demeanor that exuded competence.