"If it's as you say, then it doesn't count as swindling someone," Tong Sanlang spoke up, finding the whole printing process burdensome just to think about.
"Let's drop it, we'll handle it ourselves," Qiao Xiaomai waved her hand, signaling Tong Sanlang to turn the cart around and head back.
"You mentioned yesterday that we need 'gum clay'? What is that?" Tong Sanlang asked.
"It's clay mixed with glue, but we don't have glue here, so let's try using pottery clay," Qiao Xiaomai said.
"All right," Tong Sanlang nodded, "Shall we stop by the Jiwei Residence to have a look?"
"No need, there's nothing worth buying," she replied.
"Then…" Tong Sanlang's words suddenly halted.
Another person was standing in front of the cart, not Shopkeeper Zhou, but Shen Bai.
A bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.
"Young Master Shen, good day," he stopped the cart, jumped down, and greeted him with a bow.
