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Zhan Xiaolou was actually feeling sympathy for that man on one side and curiosity on the other. How ugly was this man that everyone said was incomparably ugly?

After walking a few steps, he looked through the crowd and saw a man kneeling on the ground. There was a cloth in front of him with the words' Selling your life to save your mother 'written on it.

At the bottom, there was a line of words: I am willing to sell myself for fifty taels of silvers. Zhan Xiaolou sized up the man with his head lowered. His appearance could not be seen and he was wearing an old set of patched up clothes.

He had his hands on his knees. His hands looked rough, and they had quite a few openings. It was obvious that he often did rough work.

The man looked as if he had been kneeling for a long time. His body trembled slightly in the wind, probably because he was cold and hungry.

Zhan Xiaolou squeezed through the crowd and stood at the very front. She opened her mouth and said, ”Hello, how should I address you?”

The other side heard her voice and quickly raised his head. He looked at Zhan Xiaolou before lowering his head. Zhan Xiaolou couldn't help but be stunned. Was this an ugly thing? How could he be ugly? Very handsome!

His eyebrows were like swords, and his eyes were like stars. He had a high nose bridge. Cool! There was a model!

She had never really liked the soft and weak appearance of the man beside her, but although he was tall, he was not a boorish type. He was upright, upright, resolute, and even though he was kneeling, his height was not very low.

He is so handsome, and yet everyone calls him ugly? What the hell was wrong with the people here? As Zhan Xiaolou was thinking, he heard the magnetic voice of the other side reach his ears. ”I …” It's called Ning Yu! ”

”Ning Yu? What a nice name! You sold yourself to save your mother? Do you know what your mother has contracted? ” Zhan Xiaolou asked.

”Thank you for your praise, Miss Zhan. My mother has been ill for a long time, and has become more and more severe. The doctors say that she has pulmonary tuberculosis and is difficult to treat, and that she will need at least fifty taels of silver for hope.”

There was despair in his voice, and also a hint of sadness.