Helan Lian, with a face as calm as the breeze and clear skies, finished speaking, and the already quiet atmosphere fell into a silence as still as death.
Mingshu couldn't fathom how he could say such a shameless thing with such a righteous and bold tone. Even she wished to learn from him—how did he have the nerve to say it?
Though she had thick skin, hers was not as practiced as his; this was more than just haggling over price.
She glanced at the big fool's complexion and felt that he looked more inclined to chop someone than chop prices.
...
Considering her slender arms and legs, Mingshu quietly moved to the corner to ensure she wouldn't be caught in the crossfire if a fight broke out.
In the dim light, she unexpectedly locked eyes with a pair of deep, dark ones. Her heart skipped a beat, and, looking at Er Zhu's complex expression, she suddenly felt somewhat guilty.
But she quickly straightened her back and calmed down.
This isn't being a coward!
