Chapter 422
Yang Fan ran quickly, almost fleeing back to the car.
Zhao Wu turned his head and looked at Yang Fan, unable to hold back a hearty laugh, "Fanzi, are you playing deserter now?"
"Stop reveling in my misfortune, and drive!" Yang Fan urged; he absolutely couldn’t stay in this place any longer.
The dispute between Old Zhou and Zhu Shanshan was not just about causing him to be splattered with blood—it was downright life-threatening.
Zhu Shanshan had suddenly seemed as if her brain had gone offline. How could she have come up with such a dizzy idea?
There are some things she might not care about, but Yang Fan really couldn’t afford not to care.
Zhao Wu drove away from the market, turned down a street, and then asked with a smile, "Where to now?"
Yang Fan didn’t know either.
They still had those Matsutake and Black spirit ginseng in the car; otherwise, Zhao Wu could have just gone straight home.
"Let’s find a place to sit for a while. I’ll check what’s going on later. We need to deliver these fungi and herbs," Yang Fan said.
"Come on, I’ll take you to a great spot," Zhao Wu said with a smile.