"Miao Yue has indeed formulated a good plan."
The innkeeper looked at Miao Yue with an unfriendly expression.
"Ah, boss, what are you talking about?" Miao Yue looked at Mo Zhengdong with a smile.
"Senior Brother, do you understand what the innkeeper has just said?"
Mo Zhengdong remained silent.
They originally thought that Jiang Lan would leave the inn, but Miao Yue had suddenly intervened. After confirming the price, she had asked him to directly pick the fruit from the inn.
For a moment, Jiang Lan, who was about to leave, continued forward.
He said that he would not pluck it, but in the end, he still plucked the fruit.
But the price…
Was going to be the price which they settled on in the case where Jiang Lan would not pick the fruit.
It was a little shameless.
"Miao Yue, the inn will not welcome you the next few years." The innkeeper said.