Yuwen Sheng did not notice the person behind Gongshu Jiruo whose body was half blocked at first. This was mainly because Zheng Quchi was indeed petite. Standing behind the huge nine-foot-tall man and "White Bear", few people would notice her presence.
But now she was forcibly "dragged" out by a nine-foot-tall man, and he glanced over casually and saw... the person who had slept in the same bed last night.
"..."
Yuwen Sheng's sickly and eerie expression suddenly froze, and he narrowed his long eyelashes.
Zheng Quchi?
How did she end up here?
At this moment, Gongshu Jiruo, reminded by the saw, also remembered the transaction that had been interrupted earlier. He politely said to Yuwen Sheng, "Please wait a moment, General, so that I can complete a transaction first and then have a proper talk with you."
He turned and walked over, his simple steps not appearing clumsy. Regardless of the resistance on Zheng Quchi's face, he asked in confusion, "Miss, didn't we agree on this? I bought your tiger skin for one medium-sized ingot of silver. Why are you going back on your word?"
Big insect skin?
Ah, Yuwen Sheng finally realized that her recent secretive and secretive behavior was all to hide from him her reckless sneaking off to the mountains to hunt tigers.
Zheng Quchi was at a loss for words. She almost pressed her head to her chest, but then she thought that she couldn't appear too guilty or abnormal, so she raised her face again, but tried her best not to expose it to Yuwen Sheng.
She changed her position and said politely to Gongshu Jiruo, "I'm just afraid of getting into trouble. Why don't you take the money quickly? I have something urgent to attend to and need to go home."
This Mr. White Bear is definitely not simple. Of course, anyone who can talk and argue with Yuwen Sheng for so long without having his head chopped off by Yuwen Sheng's sword must be a big shot.
At that moment, Gongshu Ji inadvertently glanced at a section of white fox fur peeking out from her self-made crossbody bag.
"Is this a pure white fox? I wonder how much it costs..."
"This is not for sale."
Zheng Quchi immediately covered the bag and stuffed the white fox fur back in.
Why?
This person is nagging. If you're not going to sell, then don't sell. Why all the "whys"?
However fiercely she thought to herself, she still had to reply aloud because the other party's identity was unknown: "My husband gets up early every day to go to work. He wears thin clothes and his long neck is easily cold. It would be perfect for me to sew a scarf for him with this."
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Sheng suddenly looked at her.
The next second, he dismounted and, to everyone's astonishment, said, "I want this tiger pelt."
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