By the time they reached the agreed location, Teng Shuixian had already arrived.
Qian glanced at her wool coat, short leather boots, and the way her long hair floated down to her waist, and shook her head.
"You're dressed like this?"
This looked like someone who often rode in cars; her clothes were way too thin.
"Is there a problem?"
"Come on, I'll take you to buy some clothes."
Dressed like this, she'd freeze to death, and besides, dressed like this, she can't get a job. Who would dare hire her?
Qian took her to the favorite big market of the poor, where everything was negotiable.
Since reaching adulthood, Teng Shuixian had not come to such places. The messy stalls dazzled her. Her family's two bodyguards followed from a distance, highly alert. In such a crowded place, the air was terrible. With the New Year approaching, the place was packed, and they feared for the safety of the lady.
