"Mr. Leng, Sir..." A disturbing frown appeared on Lixin's face as his knuckles balled into a fist. Whenever things were going well between them, Liao always stepped in. He was a pest. In annoyance, he replied. "Whatever he offers you, triple the price!"
"Okay, Boss!" Lixin cut the call and returned to the spot where he had left Mingxia and Luyang. On reaching there, a familiar figure obstructed his pathway and rushed over to Mingxia. His brows furrowed while his eyes squinted to obtain a clear picture of the owner of the face.
It turned out to belong to Leng Liao.
"Mr. Leng doesn't just know when to give up," Lixin spoke with his shoulders raised high. His statement was more of a warning, and he understood fully well where Lixin was hinting. Liao chuckled and folded his arms.
The ambiance darkened, both their moods worsening as the tough eye contest began. Mingxia noticed what was going on and stepped in to separate the two of them.
