"Ling'er."
The white-clothed Liu Qinghou turned to look at the young shopkeeper Tong Ling'er who had just pushed the door open, his gaze swept to the maid outside the door, with a slight frown.
"We'll handle this matter, you don't need to step in."
"Uncle Liu, if I truly didn't know about it, it would be fine, but now that I do know, how can I pretend not to."
"Someone who dares to spend a hundred thousand Golden Spirit Stones to dine on the ninth floor, and even personally requested me, Tong Ling'er, to toast, how can I not go to meet them."
"I want to see what kind of divine being they are."
Tong Ling'er was strong-willed; being called by name to toast, she wasn't afraid but rather intrigued.
"Ling'er, this matter might not be so simple."
Liu Qinghou looked at the stubborn young shopkeeper Tong Ling'er, wanting to dissuade her, after all, the situation was unclear, and rashly letting Tong Ling'er go could lead the young shopkeeper to do something difficult.
