When he saw someone who was more powerful than him, he would flatter them. When he saw someone who was not as rich as him, he would not even look at them.
In Treasure Pavilion, he, Song Biao, was a local tyrant.
Wang Qi was actually really afraid of this uncle-master. He was most afraid that he would come to the kitchen and be called out by him…
In the end, the uncle-master who was as arrogant as an emperor in Baozhen Pavilion was now begging for mercy like an old dog…Wang Qi had never seen his uncle-master like this.
Wang Qi gulped and turned his head, trembling. He glanced at Xie Fengmian, who was watching the show.
He thought of Xie Fengmian's words,'Little brother, follow me in the future.'
Previously, Wang Qi thought that the other party might have said this casually and did not care. But now…He suddenly felt that Xie Fengmian wasn't just saying that casually.
This person…It was really amazing.
