"A money exchange?"
Yan Caizhi pondered briefly, forcing herself to look away from the jade slip quietly resting on the table, her expression gradually regaining composure.
Her thoughts returned to the present.
She bowed to the man in front of her and said with restraint, "Then, sir shopkeeper, I shall take my leave first."
"Hmm."
The young man opposite her nodded slightly.
After a few breaths.
On the silent street, deep as an abyss.
Yan Caizhi's figure suddenly appeared and then, without the slightest hesitation, she walked directly towards a certain direction with unwavering steps.
At the same time.
Inside the shop.
After casting a quick glance outside the door, the young man's facial features began to change and eventually, his visage became identical to that of Zhang Jing's.
Or rather, he was one of Zhang Jing at this moment.
