"May I ask what our esteemed guest thinks?" the middle-aged porter asked cautiously.
At this moment, Hu Dao also looked at the Miss Rong before him, but judging from her expression... it seemed that she was likely to buy the manor.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Master... there's nothing your servant can do about this.
Sure enough, he heard Miss Rong saying, "How much do you ask for the price?"
If the price was right, Rong Yan wouldn't mind buying it; after all, it didn't matter to her where she lived.
Moreover, Rong Jin was still young, and it was time for her to save and earn silver.
Sometimes, the most bustling places might not be the best for them as siblings, for by birth and strength... they truly were the weakest.
A big place meant it was filled with powerful people, and anyone could trample over them, sister and brother.
At this time, the middle-aged porter truly didn't dare to add even one tael to the price.
