"Do you think we need to be afraid of them, Zhimei?" Huang Zhimei could only sigh and shake her head at Ling Yun. "They may be powerful and have a high reputation, but they are still not our match. I would rather not look for trouble with them, but I won't remain silent if they nudge me. If they don't know their place, I will send Long Anying and Yang to their clan, and they will be more than enough to eliminate them."
Huang Zhimei inwardly sighed. "Alright, let's not talk about them, and we have to go to the Xiao Clan right now."
"My daughters still want to buy things, so we will accompany them first." Ling Yun embraced Huang Zhimei's waist and led her and the others to browse the goods of the other merchants.
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Meanwhile, Yuan Tianhui and his male friend had arrived in front of Xia Tian. "Hey, Brother Xia! Who is that man with Huang Zhimei? Why are they so intimate? And who are those young women?"
"That man is Huang Zhimei's husband, Ling Yun, and—"
