Cheng Guodong wrote a check for ten million and insisted, "Consider it bought by us."
Tao Mo also became stubborn, firmly stomping the ground with his lion's head cane, displaying the aura of someone accustomed to being in charge. With a stern face, he declared, "This is a gift for Little Taotie. What does it have to do with you, an agent?"
Thinking of this greedy agent hurrying his granddaughter to her next job, Tao Mo grew even angrier, his brows furrowing into a deep crease as he stepped forward to block in front of Little Taotie.
"She's just finished working and you wouldn't even let her rest before catching a plane. You're not any good as an agent. And now you're even interfering with her receiving gifts! Humph, today this old man will take Little Taotie out for a meal, and we'll leave after eating!"
Tao Ti peered out from behind him and said weakly, "But we have a plane to catch."
