No one paused to take a closer look at the young man kneeling there. They all thought he was sick. A million? Is he worth it?
According to Ye Hao, if it were genuinely for selling oneself, even a million would be absolutely worth it; even ten million would be justified. However, those people couldn't see through the young man's strength, so they didn't think he was worth a million.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, the young man knelt there, sweating profusely. Yet he didn't wipe it off. Ye Hao walked over without deliberately releasing any Inner Breath because, to this young man, his Inner Breath was nothing but trash.
Ye Hao took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it over.
Initially, the young man knelt there listlessly, but when he suddenly saw someone offering him a tissue, he hurriedly lifted his head. When he saw the taller, handsome Ye Hao standing before him, he thanked, "Thank you."
