"Besides, for a merchant, what's more important than negotiation!" Zhu Wan'Er said softly, full of fighting spirit and confidence.
Meanwhile, Wu Liangchen and his companions had left Longxing Temple and returned to the bustling temple fair.
With an opera and a fireworks show scheduled for the evening, the streets only grew more crowded in the afternoon instead of thinning out.
The three of them wandered for a while longer before finding a place to rest their feet.
At this, Yang Lian'Er could finally hold it in no longer. "I think that Miss Zhu is quite taken with you," she said with a laugh. "Especially the way she looked at you when you were leaving. She could hardly tear her eyes away."
Wu Liangchen shook his head. "That was all an act. Only a fool would believe it."
Despite being called a fool, Yang Lian'Er was still astonished. "How can that be? I'm an actress myself. How could I not have noticed?"
"The two of you are different. You act on a stage; she acts off-stage."
