"Are you talking to me?"
Daohua pointed to herself in astonishment, glancing around and realizing that the girl was staring straight at her, her eyes sparkling with pleading and hope.
To sell oneself to bury one's father, according to convention, shouldn't she have chosen a young master or someone of that sort?
Hearing Daohua's question, the girl immediately started kowtowing, the ground thudding loudly with the impact: "Please, miss, buy me!"
Daohua didn't speak and looked the girl over carefully, only then noticing that her eyes were very bright, revealing a firmness and stubbornness uncommon among ordinary young women.
The surrounding crowd turned to look, laughing and pointing at will.
Yan Wentao felt a bit anxious, quickly pulling Daohua behind him and addressing the girl still kowtowing, "Stop kowtowing, it's cold, don't hurt yourself. Our family doesn't lack servants, you should find someone else!"