Hazel Jiang couldn't wait to talk to Huang Fu, but she was busy with the shop's business, and the few words she responded to were just words of thanks.
Hazel Jiang: "You are the boss here, right? Are you selling those facial masks, soaps, and glass?"
Huang Fu: "My Lord, I am indeed a commoner..."
That’s right!
"Hey, why are you still a commoner?" Hazel Jiang followed Huang Fu with great interest. Wherever Huang Fu went, she would go. "How long have you been here? What's your real name? Are you just a commoner here? Do you have any hidden identity?"
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