In response to Song Banxian's well-meaning warning, Huang Biao sneered, "Even if a young girl has some ability, can she really turn the world upside down?"
He hadn't spent all those years for nothing, manipulating a girl should be easy for him.
At these words, Song Banxian's face turned cold: "Mr. Huang, I am afraid your mouth will be your downfall one day. You should know not to judge a book by its cover. Despite her young age, even I have to respect her!"
Huang Biao was someone who responded more to tough treatment than soft. When people were soft with him, he would get tough, but if they hardened their approach, his heart would waver.
"Enough, I'll see you off here, Mr. Huang. We should not meet again!"
Song Banxian sent the man away, more than ten meters from his stall, before he turned back.
Huang Mao muttered under his breath: "What an arrogant jerk, just a conman peddling at Tianqiao! Boss, should I have the boys wreck his stall and kidnap that girl for you?"
"Slap!"
