C822 Selling Materials

"That's weird..."

Zhao Quan scratched his head, unable to figure out what was so strange about this matter.

After a while, the stall was finally set up. Zhao Quan suddenly remembered something and asked, "Uncle Liu, when I was closing the stall yesterday, I heard a few customers talking about an assassin who came to our Lan River and almost killed the City Lord's daughter, Dongfang Ling