"Sorry, I won't sell it to you." Su Qingyue continued to remove the coarse stems from the flat beans.
Xiao Qinghe helped his wife pick off the stems as well.
"Ah! Why don't you want to do business?" Qian Zhang's voice became sharp.
"I have plenty of money."
"You and your wealth..." Qian Zhang thought of the new paddy field bought by the Xiao Family and the house they were going to build, realizing they were much wealthier than her own family. She was filled with envy.
"At least I have more money than your family." Qingyue sneered, "Get out of my house."
Ordinarily, in Qian Zhang's past experiences, she would have left a long time ago if someone refused her a good bargain or displayed such an attitude. However, her two husbands complained about her breath lately, refusing to enter her room. She really needed the medicinal paste toothpaste. "Su Qingyue, can you sell me your toothpaste... "
