"Who's joking with you?" Yang Ming suddenly said with a cold face, "I changed my mind. I don't want the tools. I want to buy this paper box now! Didn't I give you two hundred just now? Well, since you said that one of them is fake, then I don't want either of them. I will give both to you in exchange for this box!"
As he spoke, Yang Ming picked up the money box and turned away.
"Stay right there!" Uncle suddenly became very fierce. "I don't want to sell that, you b*st*rd! Better give it back to me, otherwise, I won't be polite with you!"
"I have already given you face, but you didn't want to take it." Yang Ming stopped and said plainly.
"Little b*st*rd, you try and take another step." Uncle threatened.
"Really? Then I will take a step." Yang Ming raised his leg and walked forward.
