"We're just low-profile businessmen, so why can't we come? Is there a problem with experiencing a common life?" Huo Kewei started to speak in a smug tone. Zuo Xinyao leaned against the car door with a cold face and a touch of laziness. His striking face was like a beacon, lighting up the entire county.
The sight not only drew more people than it dispersed, but it also created quite a scene.
Ying Jiuming rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. These two spoiled brats could cause trouble wherever they went.
"Looks like having thick skin is a valued tradition in your Huo family!"
"Indeed!" Huo Kewei took that as a compliment.
Ying Jiuming: "... Alright, mind your image. If you have something to say, just spit it out! I'm busy!"
"Aren't you going to invite us in?"
Ying Jiuming glanced at the flock of people gathered around and saw the greed in their eyes. He felt embarrassed.
