Yan Qing looked at the shopkeeper, noticing that he did not sit, and raised an eyebrow.
The shopkeeper gave an embarrassed smile, his voice cautious, "Young Marquis, please just give your orders."
Yan Qing stared at him, "What are you nervous about?"
Shopkeeper: "..."
He wasn't!
Earlier when he heard from the junior staff that Yan Qing had called for him, he had been a bit nervous, but after arriving and seeing Yan Qing in front of him, that nervousness had dissipated.
However, now that he had said as much, he became nervous again.
He looked at Yan Qing, uncertain of the young marquis's intentions, he could only say, "Young Marquis, whatever commands you have for me, please just say the word."
Yan Qing pointed to the chair opposite him, "My order is for you to keep me company in conversation."
Shopkeeper: "..."
It seemed today he couldn't avoid it even if he wanted to.
