The short guy, upon hearing Wu Shao's resolute words, simply steeled his heart and decided to take a gamble, "Alright boss, give me 100,000, and if I can handle him, I'll come back and follow you. But if I can't... consider it my severance pay, okay?"
Wu Limin looked at him for a while before waving his hand dismissively, "Forget it, I'll go find the old man instead. If you want to leave, then go."
100,000... what are you thinking? If you take the money and run, that amount wouldn't matter, but I can't afford to lose that face.
Xiao Luo was left speechless, feeling a sudden chill in his heart—So you are just sending me away like this?
In the past half year, he'd been running around for Young Master Wu, and if not for the merits, he surely had the hard work, didn't he? As for others calling him "shameless" and whatnot, he'd heard it all, but didn't care much—All your nagging, can it hurt even a hair on me?
