Thinking of this, Liu Dongliang shivered with a chill.
He managed to squeeze out a smile toward Liang Jiayi.
"Jiayi, I'll be leaving first. If I have time in the future, I will come to visit you again."
Yang Fei drawled lazily, shrugging his shoulders.
"Young Master Liu, I think you better not come again."
"There are no balls here, no red wine, only the endless yellow dust that will dirty your suit. It really wouldn't be worth it, would it?"
Listening to Yang Fei teasing Liu Dongliang, Liang Jiayi couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter.
Both of them remembered the scene of Liu Dongliang desperately wiping the dust off his suit and leather shoes with wet tissues when he first arrived in Great Desert Ancient Town.
Liu Dongliang was somewhat embarrassed.
From the car, Yang Yurong said indifferently, "Young Master Liu, why don't you leave with me? This place might not be suitable for you."
