Lin Mu's mind was blank, and he only had one thing on his mind at the moment, and that was to return to Chiang Rai. As for what the woman meant by white, he didn't know and didn't want to know. He didn't have the heart to play hide and seek with such an unknown woman now, so he shook off her hand angrily and turned his head to the side.

The woman was not angry, and still said softly, little brother, you just need to send this package of things to room 8826 of the Rama Garden Hotel in Lang 4 District, I have a total of 20,000 baht for you here, give you 1,000 baht first, send good things to this address to find me, I will naturally give you the rest of the money. The night breeze blows the gentle moonlight, the banyan trees in the distance are luxuriant, and the neon lights are all kinds of styles, at this moment, it is a teenager who can get drunk with just a drop of wine.

Naturally, the woman took out a box of packaged tea cans and a note written in Thai from Kun's bag and handed them to Lin Mu. On the white lacquer box, there are several big characters gilded: Wulaofeng pickled tea. The box is heavy in my hand, and considering that it is pickled tea, the amount is not too much. At present, this is a business that is neither technical nor profitable. For a poor student like Lin Mu, it's like pie in the sky. With this money, he can immediately take a taxi back to Chiang Rai to see his mother, who is haunted by his dreams.

But no matter how stupid Lin Mu is, he knows with his toes that it is either a drug or a prohibited object, and the reason why this woman finds herself so accurately must be the letter from the taxi driver who asked him about the price just now, otherwise he would not have come up with such a precise price. They had already calculated it, and it was difficult for Lin Mu to refuse, or even unable to refuse.

Lin Mu's eyes swept the note again, and his brain exploded again with a thud. It's magical, it's amazing, this address turned out to be the clinic where he went to find Zheng Qimin. Because the time interval was not far away, he knew very well that the specific address of this clinic given to him by Mo Ren was exactly the same as the address on the note now. It seems that this woman is not simple behind her, Zheng Qimin and Mo Ren, as well as the current bag of things, must be connected in the future. Thinking of Zheng Qimin, Lin Mu's heart sank.

However, for the sake of his mother, Lin Mu went out. He deliberately pretended to be embarrassed, and this young man who had degenerated into innocence and shyness in a short period of time was already pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger at this moment. The woman was obviously not low, she saw Lin Mu's desire to rise and suppress, so she ignored Lin Mu's pretense of embarrassment, and a silver bell-like laughter rang out: Little brother, go and go back quickly. After speaking, he handed over a light red 1,000 baht new bill.

Lin Mu's brain is racing, to go, or not to go, this is not a questio

, this is an issue. But as a Chinese folk singer Zhang Chu sang in a song "Miss Zhao", in the end his curiosity prevailed over purity, and he decided to only go to the street to deliver this little cheap thing. Lin Mu had no choice, he couldn't wait to get the 20,000 baht now.

Lin Mu beckoned to stop a taxi, which was the same color as the car he had asked for just now, blue. The driver stopped, and Lin Mu hurriedly got into the back seat, and then said loudly in the local Bangkok accent, Lak Si, Do

Mua

g Tollway。

The driver turned around without smiling, and it was the old driver who had just inquired about the price.