"Go on, shoo, don't scare the young man." The woman hurried them away, eyes rolling at the ravenous looks they gave.
"Haha, it seems he is the young fellow, imposing as well as generous. Truly an admirable young man, such good-hearted youths are really rare these days."
"Indeed, quite commendable. Not just in appearance, but his demeanor is also quite aloof. Oh my, if my darling girl were to see him, she'd probably swoon on the spot."
"Haha, dream on, it's not even your darling girl's turn, Yang Xinxin is already lining up for him..."
As the situation grew progressively out of hand, Zhiyan felt a headache coming on and, apologizing to the crowd, retreated back into her tent.
Xinxin and the young mercenary were together. When they saw Zhiyan, their eyes lit up and they rose to greet her from their seats.
