The owner flinched slightly and rubbed his eye before holding his hand out, "Give that to me!"
Mo Han stepped off the stool and took a step back, "No! It's mine!"
The owner narrowed his eyes and slowly lowered his arm, "That ring? Is it gold? Silver?"
Mo Han thought quickly and immediately figured out that the owner wanted to sell it for money. Of course he can't let him do that! The ring was his!
"Um no. . . It's fake."
The owner scratched his chin before laughing, "That doesn't matter. I can still lie and say it's real! People will still want to buy it! Give it to me!"
Mo Han immediately ran off, trying to get out of the kitchen, "No!"
However, he was still a kid and his legs were much shorter than the old man's. The owner quickly caught up to him and grabbed him by his arm, pulling him around aggressively.
"You dare to run away from me?" He said, clearly very drunk as his breath and clothes all reeked of alcohol.
