When he said that, the farmer's originally warm smile suddenly became a bit awkward. He stood to the side, rubbing his hands, looking like he wanted to say something but was hesitating.
"Old fellow, is there something... hard for you to speak about?" Yan Daoxin observed his expression and demeanor, and he roughly understood. This kind of posture and expression was not unfamiliar to him, evidently someone being considerably solicitous before asking a favor.
Of course, in this regard, despite Lu Qing having a higher status, he had rarely experienced it. After all, in the Capital, although no one dared to openly show disrespect to Prince Xiaoyao, they were also very clear that he was merely a pretty but hollow title, not worth currying favor from.
