Li Qiye only smiled and didn’t appease Yang Ling.

The manager then told the alligator-head clerk: “Pack the conch for the young master.” 

The clerk acknowledged and carried out the order.

“May I ask how you know my true origin? Do you have ties with our clan?” The manager walked over towards Li Qiye and bowed with a smile.

“Your eight eyes are so obvious, there’s no need for ties to see this.” Li Qiye answered flatly.

“Mmm…” The manager had an awkward expression.

“Manager, you really have eight eyes? I don’t see them at all.” Yang Ling became curious and looked at him carefully.

“It’s just a figure of speech, not to be taken...