Cha Xiaodao rolled her eyes upon hearing it. Cao Yongchang had a strong air of Jianghu about him, and though his powers of observation were not lacking, he was only about ten years old and extremely unruly.
Liaodong wasn't very prosperous, moreover, the way there was haunted by all sorts of nightmares, tigers, wolves, and fierce ghosts, which didn't capture Cao Yongchang's attention. But once they reached the smoky and bustling Jiaozhou, his heart just could not stay still.
What were gambling houses, brothels, hook shops, book stalls, Hundred Plays and Oral Skills, kicking ball games, Leaf Play—Cao Yongchang was racing around the city as soon as he could get out of bed. Li Cha, rough around the edges himself, just let him be.
