Following Mu Shuangshuang's word, Lu Yuanfeng looked in the direction she pointed.
He saw a young lad in grey coarse clothing, holding up a painting, occasionally asking passersby if they wanted to buy his art.
The boy's face flushed when he spoke, and after being rejected, he didn't linger but quickly moved on, taking a long time to gather the courage to ask the next person.
"Oh my, how can someone be so clumsy in this world." Mu Shuangshuang held her forehead, expressing helplessness along with a sense of exasperation.
In no time, she noticed that Liu Zian only approached those who looked poorly dressed but had soft expressions, the kind of people who seemed like "nice people."
The problem was, these people didn't have Copper Coins in their pockets and lacked scholarly knowledge, they simply wouldn't buy.
