In Jiang Ping's private room.
"Yan'er and Liu'er, look, that man really looks like a fat pig!"
Wan'er pointed at the fat man who had bought the urn-gold hammer and giggled.
Yan'er and Liu'er couldn't help but laugh when they heard what Wan'er said.
The image of a fat pig was too real.
"Wan'er, you must be polite. You can't talk about others in this manner." Jiang Ping put on a straight face and pretended to be angry.
Wan'er snorted and blurted out, "That's what it is. Dad, look, is this big guy's belly exactly the same as those big fat pigs in Xiaoyu Town?"
"How dare you talk back?!" Jiang Ping was really angry, and his voice suddenly turned cold, "Even if he has a big belly, you can't say that he looks like a big fat pig. If he hears you, he might beat you directly!"
"But he can't hear me!"
