Black Market faces a crisis
Biên tập viên: Misty Cloud Translations
Outside the door, Zhuo Junyue kept knocking. "Open the door."
Feng Jiu held back the urge to get up. She wanted to sleep, but the constant knocking on the door disturbed her. Finally, she lifted the quilt and opened the door, glaring at the man who stood outside with his hand raised to knock at the door.
"Didn't I tell you already? I don't have to go. Your second uncle invited the old man. If I'm going, it will take great pains to explain. Besides, I'm not hungry now. Just go. Don't worry about me. I may go out later after getting up."
With that, she scratched her head, closed the door, went back inside and lied down on the bed to continue sleeping.
Outside the courtyard, the old man heard this. He stroked his beard and commented. "It's alright if she's not going. Anyway, your second uncle didn't tell her to go. Let's go!" He called Zhuo Junyue and walked out quickly.