Watching the Zhao family's retreating figures, Luo Qiao thought to herself, "Originally, you owed the previous owner a life, and I was thinking of taking revenge on behalf of the original owner when I became capable enough."
"Now that you dare to reach out, don't blame me for being impolite; I'll be collecting some interest in advance."
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. These past few days at the Black Market in Ji City, He Yujie had almost been annoyed to death, all because of the trouble caused by the batch of fish Luo Qiao had provided.
After those fish arrived, they were hardly sold retail. Instead, someone bought them all and gave them away as gifts, and everyone who tasted them fell in love with the taste. They claimed these were definitely not common wild fish.