The shopkeeper raised an eyebrow, quietly glancing towards the young man, and after a bit of observation, he instantly believed it by eighty percent.
Let alone beggars, even average lower-class citizens would inevitably feel intimidated and nervous coming to a high-class place like Xinghua House, sometimes not even knowing where to put their hands and feet.
How could there be someone like that young boy, casually looking around with an air of superiority in his eyes?
The most crucial thing is, just by sitting there, he exudes the aura of a dragon coiled and tiger crouched.
A mere teenager possessing such a presence; just thinking about the family background behind it could make one's scalp tingle.
"Good boy, you've got it in you, your eyes are truly sharp!"
The shopkeeper patted the shoulder of the server, looking into his eyes, let out a breath of relief mixed with fear, and couldn't help but secretly complain to himself.
Are these rich brats crazy?
