But when Zhao Ya stopped walking and lifted his bamboo hat to look at her, the woman returned in disappointment.
Because whether in appearance or demeanor, Zhao Ya couldn't possibly be her client.
At that moment, Zhao Ya suddenly said, "Where is it?"
Hearing this, the woman was initially stunned, then overjoyed, and said, "It's in the room next to here."
"Take me there."
"Yes!"
Along this dirty, muddy street stood many crooked, dilapidated houses that looked like they could collapse at any moment.
And this woman's room was the most run-down of them all.
Zhao Ya even suspected that if he closed the door with a little force, this shack-like room would fall apart.
The woman didn't think much about it, she was very happy at the moment.
Because this was the only customer she had drawn in two days, meaning she hadn't eaten for two days.
And as she grew older, this situation had become increasingly common.
The woman pushed open the door, and Zhao Ya followed her inside.
