The shopkeeper was a fair and chubby old man in his forties or fifties with a round head and face. He looked quite cute.
The shopkeeper replied indifferently, "I don't dare! Young lady has saved master's life, so what is this little Inn to master's life!"
Lin yuelan dipped her hand in cinnabar and pressed her fingerprint on the house deed. She asked with a smile, "since that's the case, then why are you unhappy, shopkeeper?"
"I wouldn't dare!" the shopkeeper said indifferently.
Lin yuelan couldn't care less about whether the shopkeeper was happy or not. She just looked at the little old man with a black face. She thought it was fun and just wanted to tease him.
"If the innkeeper feels that you really can't bear to part with this Inn, why don't you move with the inn to go under me? This way, I won't have to find another shopkeeper, and you won't have to worry about finding another job, don't you think so?"
