Seeing Ning Rongrong's expression visibly darken, Ma Kui shot the man beside him a fierce glare and hurriedly cupped his hands.
"I was presumptuous. My subordinate spoke a little too bluntly, but he meant nothing else by it.
If you two already have a teacher leading you, then naturally you have no need for mercenaries like us. We'll take our leave!"
With that, Ma Kui turned and strode away. He had botched the deal and had no face left to stay.
Zhu Zhuqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief once they were gone. She really did not want to cause Sunday any trouble.
Ning Rongrong had no such reservations. Even after they left, she kept complaining.
"What kind of people are they? They can't even speak properly, yet they're out here drumming up business. Serves them right if they can't find any."
Watching Ning Rongrong mutter on and on, Zhu Zhuqing's lips curved into a faint smile.
She felt that Ning Rongrong understood how to live far better than she did. She played when it was time to play, stirred up trouble when it was time to stir up trouble, and got angry when it was time to get angry.
Perhaps it was precisely that cheerful personality, with its little streak of temper, that let Ning Rongrong live so happily.
"All right, they're already gone. Do you still want to look around somewhere else?"
Hearing Zhu Zhuqing say that, Ning Rongrong gave a little huff and shook her head.
"Forget it. We ran into something like this right after getting out of the carriage. Who knows how many other mercenary teams in this town are watching us? Let's head back, get to bed early, and go get our Soul Rings tomorrow."
Zhu Zhuqing thought she had a point and nodded.