On the way back, Tonger could hardly suppress the huge grin on her face.
Jiang Li couldn't help but feel helpless, "Tonger, try to contain your smile a little."
"I can't help but want to laugh whenever I think of the tone that person used just now," Tonger said, "He must have thought he struck a hard bargain with you, feeling quite pleased with himself. If he knew he sold that Sweat-Blood Precious Horse to you for just Five Hundred Taels of Silver, I wonder how much he would regret it."
Jiang Li smiled, "That's East Market for you; once the deal is made, money and goods exchanged, no one can go back on it. Without sharp eyes, no one dares to purchase recklessly."
"Exactly," Tonger laughed, "Our miss has eagle eyes!"
