Yan Moshan made his way through the crowd of onlookers curiously surrounding him, dodging several love-struck young girls who were chasing after him, and finally arrived at the East Gate Parking Lot.
With the Ancient Bronze Mirror in hand, Yan Moshan strode into the parking lot.
"Brother, you've finally come. You said it would be ten minutes, but it's been more than half a 'shi chen,' hasn't it?"
Before Yan Moshan even approached the Lamborghini, Xu Xiaona's voice, full of complaints, had already reached him.
Following that, Yan Moshan then saw his little sister, running toward him like the wind.
"Oh, brother got held up by something, you're so antsy! Let's go, back home!"
Before Xu Xiaona could throw herself into his embrace, Yan Moshan stretched out his right hand and pressed it against his little sister's forehead, preventing her from getting any closer.
"Fine then!"