Ten meters in front of him was a shabby stall, yet the items on display were attracting the entire crowd. Numerous mercenaries and young masters scoured through the wares for sale. Managing all these customers was a young man named Fang Wei. Cou Ling was nowhere in sight at first, but as he approached the stall, he noticed her lying on the ground behind it, observing the commotion but not assisting in selling anything.
Grinning widely, Yan Xiaobao moved behind the stall. "How can you let poor Fang Wei handle all these customers on his own? Don't you think he might be swallowed up by those terrifying mercenaries?" he laughed, his voice drifting into Cou Ling's ears. A flush of red swept across her cheeks as she immediately sat up, glaring at Yan Xiaobao angrily.
