The larger performance tent was still under construction, but the row of smaller tents and canopies for the circus members' living quarters had already been set up.
Xu Dong led his "son" Liangliang by the hand, and followed into the front of a white-topped tent in the middle.
The tent was wrapped in thick plastic sheets all around, and a blanket curtain hung at the entrance.
It was still summer, the sun high in the sky, making the dwelling look unbearably hot and stuffy from the outside.
Xu Dong, while fanning his own collar, urged, "Can we hurry up and not waste my time?"
The young woman glanced at him and said, "Even when buying a head of mule or a head of cattle you'd have to check them out first, let alone buying a person."
Xu Dong glared at her and demanded, "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean, we need to see if the child is sick or has any disabilities. Otherwise, even if we take him, he won't be easy to reassign."
