Seeing that the two foolish thieves seemed to have something to say, Qiao An crouched down and pulled the rags out of their mouths. A wave of retching sounds immediately followed.
It had been pitch-dark before, so she hadn't gotten a good look at them. Only now, having dragged them to an outer area with streetlights, did she realize…
Sheng Bai stared at the two men, his expression a mixture of shock and confusion.
"Bro, with faces like yours, how could you possibly be starving? Is the job market really that competitive these days?"
After a careful appraisal, Qiao An reached her verdict. They were a notch below Mu Zimo, whose face was basically a masterpiece Nuwa had created just to show off, but for regular people, their looks were absolutely top-tier.
The two men shrank back awkwardly, resistance written all over their faces.
"We're proud, strapping men! There's no shame in earning a living with our own two hands. How could we possibly sell our looks!"
PFFT…
