Holland had just taken a sip of wine when he coughed and his face turned red.
Lion quickly reached out and lightly patted him on the back, saying, "Master Holland, drink slowly, don't get too hot-headed!"
Holland glared at Lion in anger.
If it weren't for this brat's words, could he have turned so black and blue?
"To the point of saying, why do you crave so much silver. . ."
Lion opened his hand and smiled: "There's a saying that goes, money is not omnipotent, but without money, nothing is possible! Who would be afraid of having too much money? Is that right, Master Holland?"
"Hmph! You're making up a bunch of nonsense. I won't argue with you!" Holland's face turned dark as he lifted his wine cup and said, "I'll drink a cup to you and wish that you'll become the most detestable person to yourself!"
Lion cheerfully lifted his wine cup and said, "Borrowing your words, I hate people with money!"
Holland: "Cough cough. . ."
