It Belongs to Our Young Master

Liu Tian accompanied with a smiling face, but deep down, he felt somewhat uneasy.

The official road was vast, and although his merchant caravan was in the middle, it didn’t necessarily mean they would hinder anyone.

Little did he expect that the middle-aged man on horseback would darken his face and sneer, saying, “What a big joke! Allowing my young master to pass by, is unreasonable. Men, throw this merchant caravan aside!”

“Yes!”

Several men, appearing like guards atop their tall and majestic horses, descended with playful smiles and immediately began dealing with the carriages behind

Liu Tian’s eyelids twitched, and he quickly put on a smile, trying to please them.

He said, “Gentlemen, there are goods inside these carriages, and I also have some money. Please take it and enjoy some wine as a token of my gratitude.”

As he spoke, he took off a money pouch from his waist and reluctantly handed it over.

However, the middle-aged man did not accept it.