"Even the Mi Family's Shop, which spans four cities and eight towns, is barely in this position in line. What level of big figures are ahead in the queue? Surely, the master doesn't need my reminder, right?"
"The vegetable team that plays both black and white, the Zhong Family's Team of Wanli Avenue, the Four Seasons Pawnshop flaunting the season flag, and even further ahead, the unassuming black carriage gliding past so many big figures... They're no ordinary lot! None of them are simple, Master!"
Mao Xiahuan, young yet seemingly experienced, talked about the flags of the few families ahead, listing them with ease and growing proud as she spoke, slightly raising her chest, as if uttering these names implied she was on the same level, the same rank as these big figures.
In her intoxication, even the sidelong glance she cast carried a hint of disdain.
Fang Yu looked at her puzzled, his face at a loss.
This one, turns out, has a naturally sociable personality?
