The yellow-faced middle-aged man forced a laugh: "I, I am also not very good at doing business."
Ji Yang shook his head and said, "Certainly better than me."
He chuckled foolishly again, then pulled out a semi-circular piece of purple jade cake from his sleeve, and took a bite.
A crispy sound emanated from his mouth, and the fragrant, crispy, sweet flavor wafted about. Ji Yang squinted his eyes with delight and said, "It's really delicious!"
He ate while turning to leave.
The yellow-faced middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief from behind.
But unexpectedly, Ji Yang suddenly turned around again.
Yellow-faced middle-aged man: ...
That breath just now was exhaled too early.
He picked up his spirits again.
Only to see Ji Yang tilt his head and ask blankly, "You only want the purple jade cakes, you don't want the purple spirit beads?"
The yellow-faced middle-aged man almost choked on his breath, hurriedly saying, "I don't want them, I don't want them!"
