The street was silent, everyone stunned as they stared at Sang Que.
Sang Que picked up the fallen chair, brushed off the wood chips, sat down, and looked at Wei Wu, "I work day and night, risking backlash from evil spirits, earning just that measly amount, and the incense doesn't even come to me. And with this, you want me to risk my life?"
Wei Wu finally came to his senses and shouted sternly, "As a Night Traveler of the Evil Suppression Bureau, you should ensure peace in this area, how can you just focus on money and incense all the time?"
"If I'm not focusing on money and incense, should I focus on you? Do you think you're some kind of handsome man?"
"Cough! Cough cough cough!"
Yu Da coughed hard beside, signaling to Sang Que with his eyes, but Sang Que completely ignored it, only arguing back, which was already the result of her patient restraint; given her normal temper, Wei Wu would be under her foot.
