Third Master Zhou frowned. The hand holding the whip was about to strike.
But Li Xiao looked over and he stopped.
"Who else?" Lin Xiaoyue asked.
Sure enough, he sounded like a boss. Even the voice matches his figure.
She would definitely save the person he wanted to save.
Li Xiao was stunned. He didn't expect Lin Xiaoyue to agree so readily.
"Him." Then he pointed at an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.
The boy was skinny and sickly, which was a sharp contrast to Li Xiao.
The staff immediately looked at Third Master Zhou.
He frowned slightly and then nodded.
Sickly slaves couldn't be sold at a good price. It would be a loss if the slave was killed. If this girl wanted to buy him, it was fine.
The staff immediately walked towards the young child and brought him over.
Because he was being stared at by Li Xiao, he didn't dare to exert too much force on the boy and brought the person to Li Xiao's side.
