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"Interesting!" Wu Gang commented, the corners of his mouth curling slightly upwards.
Wu Gang didn't know precisely what kind of influence Zhou Zheng Fa and Ouyang Hong Lie wielded in Linjiang City, but he was certain it wasn't something ordinary people could match. Yet Song Siqi referred to them dismissively as profligate sons, even calling them children, which indicated that this club must wield some power of its own!
After all, in other places, if one knew their true identities, they'd be too busy fawning over them to dare call them profligate sons.
"Mr. Wu, don't mind Song's nonsense. Even if we are profligate sons, we are the kind with principles and brains," he felt compelled to speak up and prove himself in front of Wu Gang; otherwise, Wu Gang might really think all he could do was talk big.
"Mhm, that is indeed true," Song Siqi replied with a smile.
