As soon as the thin middle-aged man finished speaking, the other refugees gasped. He really dared to open his mouth. The others looked at Huan Yun's thin body and dirty face and thought, if the thin middle-aged man could sell his daughter for five taels of silver, he could be counted as very lucky.
Xu Xiang doesn't care about money at this moment. She took out a small money pouch from her sleeve pocket and threw it to the thin middle-aged man. The middle-aged man quickly grabbed the purse, weighed it, and smiled brightly.
He quickly put away the money pouch, pushed Huan Yun towards Xu Xiang and said, "She is yours."
After speaking, he turned around and left in a hurry with his other family members. Looking at their backs, Huan Yun felt a dull pain in her heart, and frowned slightly. After a few seconds, the pain went away.
