Cursed Wooden Doll, Out-of-Control Truck

Luo Ping said, "Don't think I don't know you're cursing me out."

The two newcomers roughhoused and bickered.

Xie Yu watched them with a smile.

His gaze shifted slightly as he sensed someone's eyes lingering on him.

In truth, with Xie Yu's outstanding looks and exceptional bearing, plenty of people had been watching him throughout the journey.

After all, anyone who saw such a handsome, tall, and remarkably poised man walking down the street would wonder which celebrity or actor he was.

Xie Yu did not care about those looks.

The reason this particular gaze caught his attention was because it carried some obscure, dark emotions, along with a trace of apology.

Someone bumped into him from behind.

With Xie Yu's reflexes, he could naturally have avoided it. After all, he had already noticed the person when they approached.

However, Xie Yu neither turned around nor dodged.

He simply allowed the person to crash into him.

"Ah!"

A pained cry rang out.

The person lost her balance and fell to the ground. Covering her forehead, tears glimmered in her eyes.

"I'm sorry."

Dark Moon raised her head and looked at the handsome man.

"I accidentally ran into you."

Xie Yu lowered his head slightly. "I'm fine. Are you all right?"

Dark Moon got to her feet and dusted off her clothes. "I-I'm fine too."

Luo Ping had already gone to line up in front of the roast chicken shop. The shop's roast chicken was exceptionally delicious, and accordingly, there were especially many people waiting to buy it. The place was already packed.

Fortunately, they were not planning to eat outside and only needed to take it away.

Huang Bei, meanwhile, went back to find Xie Yu.

Seeing a stranger standing before Xie Yu, he walked over. "Captain, who is this?"