Wei Zhao: ???
He was utterly stunned.
Suddenly, he turned his head to look back.
The butcher left the meat stand and grabbed the person in line below.
He had a sweat towel on his head, wheat-colored skin, was rough in appearance, with thick lips, and now had one hand on his hip, his thick eyebrows knitted into a line, and spitting as he spoke.
"Get lost, where did this beggar come from, daring to ask for a discount? Buy it or leave it! If you dare cause trouble, see how my fists respond!"
Wei Zhao: ???
Yu Tingwan spoke very sincerely, her eyes almost glowing: "Husband, look, isn't that full of power?"
Wei Zhao really wanted to say that she was talking nonsense.
But he suddenly remembered that earlier Yu Tingwan said he wasn't good-looking.
The surroundings were loud and bustling, others were lively, but Wei Zhao felt dead silent.
He couldn't believe it and was about to stand up.
His shoulder was pressed down.
Yu Tingwan directly pushed him back down.
