Realizing the danger, Pei Qin's breath hitched, and she stood still, "Good sir, let's talk this over! If you're after beauty, you'd want to vomit at the sight of my face. If it's money you want, just name your price, and I'll get it for you!"
The person behind her didn't expect her to speak so boldly. The dagger pointed at her neck again, "I'm not after beauty! I just want some money!" He was at an age where he should not be confused about such things—what would he rob her of her beauty for!
"That's good to hear!" Pei Qin nodded, "How much do you want? I still have half a string of cash on me!" Exactly two hundred and fifty wen money.
The person behind her seemed angered, "Have someone bring silver over, or I'll kill you!"
Pei Qin frowned, there were only three Little Radishes at home, and she feared she couldn't handle this madman on her own, "Good sir! Let's make a deal, you take this half a string I have on me, and I'll have someone bring you the rest tomorrow, how's that?"
