What was the situation with these people? Qiao Mu stood in front of the teahouse with surprise and had a frown on her face as she watched these people all rushing toward her with a pot of flowers in their hands.
"Too noisy."
Ao Ye drew out three inches of his gleaming sword, scaring the people who were fighting over each other trying to sell their flowers into hastily receding like a tidal wave.
'Conducting a small business is so difficult already. Why do they have to have a sword drawn on them too?'
Wen Ruwan was truly about to explode on the spot from how angry she was. She had been shoved back and forth by that barbaric crowd and the distance between her and the teahouse continued to grow. When she was about to call "Qiaoqiao," she felt a hand grasp her shoulder.
"How impudent!" Wen Ruwan angrily shouted and turned to look at the lecher.
