"What a good girl."
Huang Meng stood stunned, watching the receding figure of Lin Yuru.
After a brief moment of astonishment.
He then felt somewhat ashamed.
Even a woman can run such a large tavern.
Yet he, as a man of seven feet, was like a beggar.
Holding a cactus and carrying fine wine, he walked away toward the distance.
At the same time, he thought, if one day he could rise above others.
He must repay the gratitude of this woman.
After walking for a while, he stopped at an open space in front of a place named Ten Thousand Scrolls Tower.
He led his horse aside.
He took out the wine and drank a sip.
The taste was indeed great.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, all the worries in his heart were blown away by the wind.
"This wine is so delicious, no wonder her business is so good."
In Ten Thousand Scrolls Tower, there was a young man.
This year, he was already thirty-two, but he looked only twenty.
He was practicing swordsmanship in the tower.
