In the herbal shop, more than thirty people from both floors came down and stood neatly in front of Long Fei.
An Xiaoke stood at the very front, and very reluctantly bowed to Long Fei with a shout at the urging of An Taiyan, "Disciple pays respects to Steward!"
Her dress was loose, and as she bent at the waist, it dipped down, revealing a truly beautiful view within.
Long Fei leaned back, catching just the right glimpse of her contours, which were as smooth and rounded as the yurts on the plains.
He swallowed, raised his hand, and instructed, "Alright, everyone, no need for formalities."
The crowd straightened up, their faces a mix of confusion, feeling as though the old man might drive them mad with his antics.
Long Fei approached the counter and said to An Xiaoke, "Calculate the cost of these herbs for me, it's time for me to leave."
It was already dark outside, and he had promised Lin Yingying he would return early!
