Mo Yuan did not understand why Shen Yijia had such a big reaction. She was about to say that she did not know when a voice sounded.
"Pfft, this young lady isn't from the capital, right? The Romantic Scholar's books originally circulated from the capital."
Therefore, to be precise, it was not sold to the capital, but from the capital.
Shen Yijia turned around.
Their carriage was parked by the roadside, next to a tea stall. The person who spoke was a baby-faced young man sitting in a tea stall.
The young man looked out of place at the slightly dirty tea stall, but he didn't seem to mind at all.
Noticing Shen Yijia's gaze, he even winked at her.
Shen Yijia pursed her lips and asked, "Do you know him?"
Otherwise, how would he know where he had placed his books to sell in the beginning?
The young man choked and looked away. "I don't know him."
"Oh." Shen Yijia turned to look at the crowd in front of her again.
