The Hand-Held Automatic Sickle—Too Tempting!

Anyone with even a little bit of sense wouldn't have made such a mistake and put themselves in a bind. This time, they didn't gain anything and should be thoroughly quiet now.

"That's good! But once we get back, we still need to talk to the family, including about that Factory Director Xiong," Su Xiaoxiao said, leaning against Jiang Yexun's arm and gently rubbing against it.

The two of them walked out of the alley, then separated.

Even though spring in Shanghai meant everyone wore thick clothes, the slight gap between them still made them feel a little disappointed.

Back at home, Su Xiaoxiao immediately told her family everything about the day's events.

Her two cousins' faces darkened as they listened.

"Are you two okay? What were you thinking, daring to go into the alley with them? What if you lost the fight? We'd be worried sick about you!" Gu Zhi, her cousin, said angrily as he lectured them.