Please! I'm Just a Peddler Who Can Extract Adjectives

Lin Yuan was squatting at a stall on Antiques Street. His younger sister was waiting in the ICU for a lifesaving treatment, and his girlfriend had walked away without looking back to be with a rich heir.

A bully crushed his last bowl underfoot, and blood soaked the old dictionary in his arms.

A prompt appeared before his eyes: [Found “Sharp.” Extract?]

“Who are you, really?”

Lin Yuan adjusted a pair of nonexistent glasses. “Just a law-abiding street vendor, that’s all.”