Wang An, however, stood frozen in his spot, his expression changing rapidly. Watching Wang An, Wang Zijia's face showed a hint of surprise. Could it be...
"I'm sorry, sir, I might have to decline your kindness!" After a long internal struggle, Wang An finally voiced his difficult decision.
Huh, he really refused. I might have underestimated him!
"Do you know what such a quota represents?" Wang Zijia looked at Wang An expressionlessly and said, "If I wanted to, I could call out in the town, and I'm sure my doorstep would be instantly blocked by people and the gifts would never stop pouring in."
Wang An replied with a bitter face, "Sir, this resettlement is also owned by the Sect. Although it's not even regarded as the peripherals, I still had many interactions with the immortal elders of the Sect; I know what this quota represents."
