The moment Qin Heng said this, the entire carriage fell silent, so still you could hear a pin drop.
All eyes turned to him. Everyone was shocked—utterly shocked.
Qin Heng's words struck them like a bolt from the blue, exploding in their ears and nearly paralyzing them with fright. This was especially true for Bo Ling, who stood right in front of him.
She staggered and fell forward, almost collapsing onto Qin Heng. Fortunately, Qin Heng quickly reached out to steady her. She regained her balance, but her expression remained one of utter astonishment.
"Excuse me, student, what-what did you just say? Do you realize what your words imply?"
Bo Ling was utterly baffled, almost wondering if she was having auditory hallucinations. This young man, who looked to be around seventeen or eighteen and about to enter university—what had he just said?
He claimed he had already bought Henry Poole, the oldest tailor shop on Savile Street?
