Shang Xiuxun looked toward the curtain, and said lightly, "Morton, your tribe is expecting a batch of goods from the Northwest this year, right? Passing through Min Road and over Busan Gang, isn't that correct?"
"Unfortunately, that route is under the control of our Flying Horse Ranch this year."
The calm and composed nature of these words gave everyone outside a glimpse of Morton's expression...
Silence followed for a moment.
"Haha~" Morton put down his hand, laughing, "Flying Horse Ranch, Shang Xiuxun, truly exceptional."
But he did not leave.
Inside the tent, Sui Yi's gaze fell again, his hand reached over... Shang Xiuxun's dazed pupils quickly contracted, her eyes sharpened — what do you intend to do?
That hand still landed in the water, casually stirring it, making the water ripple.
Shang Xiuxun: "...."
Should I praise your cleverness, or cleverness?
Indeed, the people outside suddenly realized, indeed it was during a bath.
