"Pure and innocent maiden?" An attractive middle-aged woman wearing a revealing and sleeveless dress was leaning against a cushion covered with deerskin.
She wore a large string of sandalwood beads on one hand, and there was a black mole at the corner of her mouth.
She didn't even lift an eyelid and directly smashed her teacup at Wang Ba's head. "Ha! Do you yourself believe it? Wang Ba, you are getting worse and worse! You think my Vessel Market accepts all goods?"
"Look at this woman. She has neither the figure nor the looks! Most importantly, why did you bring this normal person here?"
Wang Ba smiled obsequiously and said cheekily, "Big Sis Yi, look, can you give me several dozen spirit currency, ah, just as the delivery fee! If you don't find her suitable, you can also treat her as a chore girl for stoking fires and washing feet."
