The middle-aged man's mouth twitched. You're poor! How can you be poor!
"By the way, where's your puppy? I heard you have a very powerful puppy?" the middle-aged man asked directly, not beating around the bush. He looked around but didn't find a single dog fur.
"Sleeping!" Leng Ruoxue said softly with her eyes raised, but she was alert in her heart. This man doesn't look like he's here to exchange for herbs at all. Moreover, why is he asking about Icy?
"Let me see that puppy! I'm very curious," the middle-aged man said through gritted teeth.
"I'm sorry. Icy doesn't see outsiders." Leng Ruoxue refused without thinking. This man is really too strange. Does he have a grudge against Icy? Why is he gritting his teeth at the mention of Icy?
"I don't care. I have to see it," the middle-aged man said unreasonably.
"No." Leng Ruoxue was amused. How interesting. Who does this person think he is!
