"It's Big Playboy Mu!"
"Oh my God! What do we do? I only have a small business."
"Shush, keep it down. If he hears you, he might smash your stall, and that would be disastrous. Just let him have a free meal and be happy when he leaves."
"Right, right, lose a little money to avoid disaster. Just a little loss is fine."
Everyone's hushed whispers, however, didn't miss a single word to Mu Hanyan's ears. Her mouth twitched, utterly speechless. Had she become so unwelcome already? Hearing these words, she felt like a plague. It was truly a live-action version of being universally disliked.
Mu Hanyan turned to look at a small street stall, wondering what to eat. After making eye contact with the vendor, the vendor forced a smile and, with a trembling voice, said, "Young Master Mu, what would you like to eat? Anything, for free." The smile looked uglier than a cry.
Mu Hanyan snorted coldly, "Seeing you just ruins my appetite." With that, she continued walking forward.
