Yao Ying smiled brightly, seemingly forgetting her reason for being there. She gestured excitedly as she told Feng Hao, "With my good looks, all I have to do is stand at the door and I'm a living, breathing advertisement! You should have seen the crowd during the day. The people at the Treasure Pavilion next door were stunned."
"That's true," Feng Hao realized. He sized Yao Ying up with interest and teased softly, "Not bad, not bad. You really do have the potential to be a star."
"What are you talking about? I don't understand," Yao Ying asked, confused.
"It's better if you don't." Feng Hao grinned, casually sweeping the Magic Crystals on the counter into his possession before turning to go upstairs.
Yao Ying wasn't happy about that. "Why are you taking the money? I haven't finished looking at it yet!"
"Don't be ridiculous. Even if you stared a hole through it, it's still my money." Feng Hao gave a playful smirk and headed upstairs without another word.
