"Money is not an issue, do I look like someone who lacks money?" Su Xinyi responded with a smile.
"Young Master, don't be rash with your words. You can't judge a book by its cover. Some days back, someone who claimed to be a Duke was thrown out because he owed money." The old man leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, saying this.
Hearing this, Su Xinyi thought there might be a lead. "Since there's no one around this early in the morning, why don't you have some food first, old man? When you're done eating, we can still discuss business."
Seeing the high-end looking young master hand him a white bun, the old man didn't refuse, grabbing it and stuffing it into his mouth. A few black fingerprints instantly got imprinted on the snow-white bun.
