Lin Caisang then noticed that everyone had lowered their heads and started to eat, but the owner of the Wanling Agency, who apparently wasn't used to the simplest of meals, finally stood up, took advantage of everyone's distraction, and turned to leave.
"What a calculation."
Lin Caisang watched the retreating figure of the man and let out a cold laugh.
From the side, she heard a succession of shrill screams; even without looking at the stage, she knew the slave being displayed must be extraordinarily beautiful.
Therefore, while everyone's attention was focused on the stage, it was time to leave.
Indeed, it was a departure unnoticed by all.
"Let's go back."
Sui Zimo stood up, bent over to pick up his Sang'er, and left.
...
"Ah!"
A muffled scream echoed through the room.
Because when the man screamed, a wad of white cloth was stuffed directly into his mouth.
"Mmm, mmm!"
His eyes widened as he looked at the people in front of him, utterly dumbfounded.
