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The stall owner couldn't wait for Xiao Ruo and her group to leave as soon as possible. Hearing Xiao Ruo's request, he eagerly agreed: "Alright, I'll wrap up the glutinous rice balls for you, madam."
The stall owner hurried over to the pot to pack glutinous rice balls for Xiao Ruo.
This lady might be too young or perhaps inexperienced with setbacks, yet she dared to take the son of the Shi Qianhu family with her. He couldn't afford to provoke either side, but clearly, the lady in front of him was easier to talk to; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to speak with her in such a manner.
Xiao Ruo felt a gaze lingering on her and couldn't help but look towards its direction, seeing a man in his thirties with ordinary looks, but extraordinarily bright eyes, staring intently at her.
Confirming that he meant no harm, Xiao Ruo nodded slightly at him before looking away.
