"Alright! Then go ahead and try to find it! If you find any, I'll give you all of it..."
Ye Hao was so confident because he never carried money in his pocket; instead, he stored it in a space. Even if many people searched him, they would never find a single penny on Ye Hao.
Murong Xue approached Ye Hao, snorted, and said, "Turn around."
"Why should I turn around? Do you think we're inspecting a drug dealer now?" Ye Hao rolled his eyes at Murong Xue.
Murong Xue also seemed to realize this wasn't the time for a case inspection, so she directly patted Ye Hao's shirt. Since it was spring, Ye Hao was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt.
The short-sleeved shirt made Ye Hao's abs and pecs appear well-defined. When Murong Xue touched those abs, she snorted, "What's uneven inside? Open it up and let me see."
"These are abs, nothing interesting to see," Ye Hao said helplessly.
