Baili An nodded slightly, then instructed Chen Xiaolan, who had somehow ended up standing next to him, to go down and explain the situation to the villagers.
He himself stayed at the stall, continuing to make small talk with Meng Zifei.
Though their conversation seemed casual, Baili An already had a plan in mind.
This Meng Zifei, of unknown origin, radiated an aura that was hard to grasp.
Although he was warm and approachable, he somehow gave off a sense of flawless perfection.
Despite several conversations, he had not managed to extract the information he wanted.
However, he had planted the useful seed of Qi Yang; should Meng Zifei truly prove troublesome, it would not be difficult to catch him.
"Brother Si Chen, don't you plan to have dinner here before you leave?"
Chen Xiaolan's eyes seemed glued to Baili An.
As soon as she saw him preparing to leave, she sprinted from the end of the street to the front, her face flushed as she spoke hurriedly.
