Something was off at the black market trading spot today.
The reason was An Ning, who sat there reading a book. She was so focused that the proprietor, a heavyset man, found himself subconsciously lowering his voice.
If the boss was acting like this, his underlings and the various people coming to trade naturally followed suit, hushing their own voices.
Some were even scared away entirely.
'Is it this quiet because the heat is on?'
The heavyset man stood at the door, waving his chubby hand, wanting to shout that everything was fine. But the moment he thought of An Ning reading behind him, the words caught in his throat.
He closed the door and turned to glance at An Ning. 'Just whose daughter is she?' he wondered. 'Her presence is overwhelming.'
An Ning was seated in the very center of the courtyard, somehow making a simple chair feel like a throne.
