When Ye Feng took out the Nine Dragon Cup, Shen Guanlin's eyes were wide open.
He held the jade cup in his hands with an infatuated look.
Even Shen Baitian couldn't stand it anymore. "Grandpa, can you take care of your image?"
Shen Guanlin didn't care at all. "We're not outsiders. What's there to pay attention to?"
Shen Baitian was speechless.
If outsiders knew that Old Master Shen, who had been at the top of Zhonghai City for decades, was actually like this, would the Shen family be able to hold their heads high in the future?
However, Shen Guanlin quickly regained his senses and turned to look at Ye Feng.
"Xiao Feng, I'll take this Nine Dragon Cup. Name your price."
Ye Feng was in a difficult position. "There's no need to state a price. If you like it, I will give it to you."
Shen Guanlin was immediately displeased.
