By the time a few of the horse carriages had left the small square outside the carefree building, there were still many people in line. The number plate of the carefree building had just been called 16.
Looking at those carriages, Xia Pingan was like looking at the fields of mature wheat, waiting for someone to harvest them.
No, they weren't waiting for someone to harvest them, but these mature wheat would automatically run into someone else's bowl.
Another person left the carefree building. The spirited green-clothed manservant walked out of the building, passed through the courtyard and waterside pavilion, and was about to call for another person.
Xia ping 'an was waiting at the door. As soon as the green-robed manservant walked out of the door, Xia ping' an stepped over and stood in front of the green-robed manservant.
