The hustle flow of people at the train station did not stop nor start due to a sudden increase or decrease in one stall.
As the sun rose, the crowd became more congested.
Yan Fei suddenly realized his view has been blocked for a while. Those passing by should only block for a moment, so he lifted his head.
"What type of bone is this, kid?", a middle-aged man with glasses confronted him displeased.
"Divine Dragon Bone!" Yan Fei didn't care about the man's harsh tone.
The man burst into laughter, "Hehe, there's a tiger bone seller over there. You sell dragon bones? And divine dragon bones at that? How old are you? Little kids should be focused on good things, not all these nonsensical stuff. That guy over there is your father, right? How old are you?"
With an unchanged expression, Yan Fei replied, "I'm on holiday and trying to earn tuition money. That guy isn't related to me at all, don't make up connections!"
