The Lightning Bird was utterly subservient to Little Nannan now, practically fawning as it kept rubbing its head against her small hand.
Little Nannan laughed and asked, "I still don’t know your na?"
The Lightning Bird said cheekily, "You can call Little Shan, or Little Dian, whatever pleases my master will do."
Little Nannan giggled, stroked its head, and said, "You’re golden all over, I’ll call you Little Hong!"
The Lightning Bird felt like vomiting blood; there was no logical connection to that statent!
Long Fei also laughed and shook his head, wondering what this girl was thinking, her thoughts were so jumpy.
While they were laughing and talking, soone suddenly shouted from afar, "There they are."
Long Fei looked up and saw the manager of the clothing store coming over with a group of young n.
The Lightning Bird flapped its wings anxiously and shouted, "Run, run, bad people are coming."
Long Fei, however, sat still, took out a tea set, ignited it with Fire Elental Force, and started brewing tea.
He said casually to Little Nannan, "In the future, young girls must study the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and Tea Ceremony; only then can you get married!"
He handed her a book on Tea Ceremony.
"Dad, you’re thinking too far ahead, aren’t you?"
Little Nannan blushed, took the book, and lowered her head.
Her face surprisingly showed no sign of fear.
The manager and his group quickly surrounded the pavilion, shouting at the three, "You bold little thieves dared to mock just now. You have a lot of guts, instead of running away early, you have the leisure to brew tea here?"
The people on the road saw the commotion and quickly surrounded to watch the spectacle, and in no ti, several circles of people had gathered.
No matter which world, there are always these people who stir things up.
Long Fei picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and raised his eyebrow at the manager, saying, "Are you running a shady shop? Bringing so many people here, are you planning to rob us?"
Little Nannan cooperatively hid in his arms, while her little face secretly broke into a smile.
"What’s wrong with this guy?"
"Bringing people to bully young folks in broad daylight?"
"Isn’t this Manager Chen from the Xiao Family Cloth Shop?"
"Are they bullying people here?"
"..."
The people around looked at the manager and imdiately began to gossip and wag fingers at him.
The manager took a look around, his old face turned red, and he angrily cursed, "You little brat, you dare to accuse others first? You just swindled my clothes with a copper and still want to play tricks?"
The crowd’s eyes all turned to Long Fei.
Long Fei took out a stone, placed it on the table, and said, "Manager, your words are inaccurate. You sold the clothes for a copper coin, so I gave you one copper. What now, you want to go back on your word?"
He activated his spiritual power, and the Voice Preserving Stone imdiately echoed back the manager’s words from when he sold the clothes.
The crowd let out a collective "hmm," as if they suddenly realized sothing.
Long Fei addressed everyone, "Dear folks, listen up. I just made a dress for my daughter, and this manager quoted a price of a copper coin, which I duly paid. Now he suddenly chased us, accusing of extortion over the clothes—what’s the logic here?"
After hearing the manager’s recording, the crowd started criticizing him, "How do you do business like this?"
"You asked for a copper coin and now regret it?"
"A swindler! There must be sothing fishy here."
"Surely, he regretted it and ca out to ask for money."
"Is there really business like this?"
"..."
The manager listened, almost exploding with anger, waving to the crowd, "It’s not like that, you’ve all been deceived by this brat. Just now, he controlled my mind, making say those things, don’t believe him. Everyone, see for yourselves, clothes made from Western Border Colored Cotton, how could they be worth just a copper coin?"
The crowd thought for a mont, all looking at Long Fei.
Long Fei shook his head in resignation, "Folks, business always emphasizes buying and selling, fair trade. In all my years of buying clothes, it’s the first ti I’ve seen soone conduct a losing business, falsely accuse others, and co out demanding a lesson. I’ve figured it out, you manager presumably saw as a Jiang Family disciple, so you set a trap. Selling for a copper coin, then accusing of extorting your clothes, all to teach a lesson in broad daylight, right?"
"You, you are talking nonsense!"
The manager was rendered speechless by his rebuttal, his face stiffening and twitching.
The onlookers pondered and then excitedly shouted, "That’s definitely it!"
"This is indeed a trap!"
"This manager is so unrighteous, business is business, grudges are grudges, how can he intentionally trick soone?"
"Oh, he’s a Jiang Family disciple, no wonder the manager acts this way."
"He surely dug a pit, intending to teach this Jiang Family kid a lesson!"
"..."
Everyone began to critique, seeming to uncover so truth.
The manager, having his say unclear, pointed at Long Fei and stumbled over words for a while, then turned to Little Nannan with hostility, "Don’t believe his nonsense, this brat is deceitful, he even birthed a daughter of the descendants of the sin-blood. He forced us to make clothes for his daughter, totally tarnishing our shop’s reputation!"
He ntioned the descendants of the sin-blood, causing everyone to instinctively step back, as if they’d seen sothing repulsive.
Long Fei’s brows furrowed, staring coldly at the manager, "Do you realize what you’re saying? How dare you slander my daughter’s na?"
The manager was frightened by his killing intent, retreated, and shouted at Little Nannan, "What are you so worked up about? Dare to do it but not admit it? Do you dare to have your daughter reveal her neck for everyone to see?"
Long Fei paused for a mont.
The people around shouted, "Yeah, do you dare to show us?"
"Descendants of the sin-blood, how can they sully our peaceful place?"
"If she’s truly one, she should be sent to the City Lord Office for severe punishnt imdiately."
"These youngsters are really indiscreet, having a child with a descendant of the sin-blood—it’s outrageous."
"This brat surely knows the law but breaks it anyway!"
"Having a child with a descendant of the sin-blood—he really isn’t afraid of filth?"
"The Jiang Family is a noble family, how did they produce such a wastrel?"
"..."
The manager thought he had hit Long Fei’s weak spot, straightened up, and shouted at him, "Well, do you dare to have everyone see your daughter’s neck?"
Long Fei stared at him with a cold expression, "How can my daughter’s innocent body be subjected to so many insults? What if she’s not a descendant of the sin-blood, then what?"
The manager confidently said, "Don’t try to trick ; if she’s not a descendant of the sin-blood, you can do with as you please."
Long Fei’s lips curled up; he was banking on those words.
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