"You're Wang Xiao?"
The middle-aged man who had spoken just now spoke again. His tone was clearly not as polite as before.
Wang Xiao had an ominous feeling, but he still nodded heavily. "That's right, I'm Wang Xiao."
"Kid, you have guts!"
The middle-aged man sneered and reached out to grab Wang Xiao's collar. "Come with us!"
"What are you doing!"
Zhou Xiruo screamed and stood in front of Wang Xiao. "If you have something to say, say it here. What right do you have to take him away?!"
The middle-aged man's hand stopped in midair and he looked at Zhou Xiruo impatiently. "Who are you? We're from the Lord's Shop. I advise you not to be a busybody!"
"I'm Zhou Xiruo!"
Zhou Xiruo replied fearlessly. Seeing the other party's confused expression, she added, "I'm Wang Xiao's vassal lord!"
"Pfft! And who am I?!"
