Seeing Yi Shuihan's persistence, she had no choice but to accompany him to the brokerage.

Seeing that they were well-dressed and had an impressive presence, the slave trader knew that important customers had arrived and greeted them with great enthusiasm.

After hearing the purchase request, his face froze.

"I'm sorry, we don't have babies that small here. Maybe the orphanage has some available for adoption."

Yi Wu knew this would be the outcome. The baby was still breastfeeding, and the brokers wouldn't take him. Where could he sell him?

He was about to call Yi Shuihan back when Yi Shuihan pointed outside the brokerage and said, "Isn't there one over there?"

Yi Wu turned his head and saw a little boy of about three or four years old standing outside the door. He was fair-skinned and cute, dressed in coarse cloth clothes with a straw tag stuck in his hair. When he saw them looking over, he raised his little face and smiled sweetly.

Yi Wu was puzzled and asked the broker, "Is this your brokerage firm?"

The slave trader shook his head: "No."

Yi Shuihan walked over, squatted down in front of the little boy, and asked him, "Are you going to sell yourself?"

The little boy nodded: "Yes."

How much does it cost?

"Ten taels."

Yi Shuihan frowned.

He didn't bring any money.

The little boy thought he thought it was too expensive, so he hurriedly said, "Eight taels is fine, no, seven taels, uh, six taels is fine too, but I can't go any lower."

Yi Shuihan turned to look at Yi Wu: "Did you bring any money?"

Yi Wu confirmed with him, "Are you really going to buy it?"

There wasn't a single adult with this child; he might have run away on his own. How can you just buy him like that?

His family might sue them for human trafficking later.

Yi Shuihan firmly replied, "Buy."