She twisted her neck to see who it was, noticing that it wasn't the disciple that pointed her out, but rather another one. Xue Yao glared at his face for a few moments. The man wasn't a pretty one, so Xue Yao only felt a little more indignant.
Even though the shop was open, no visitors came to him at all, he inherited the shop from his late father who had died 8 years ago when Haris was 16 years old.
