Xiao Ming stopped in his tracks, turned around, and said indifferently, "Wan Xingping, one should know oneself. This is a place for dining. Can't you see how much you're turning people's stomachs?"
The speaker was none other than his "good brother" Wan Xingping, with Hu Xiaotong also present.
The couple was dressed exquisitely and fashionably, sporting the look of heading to a banquet.
Wan Xingping's temples twitched twice. "Xiao, don't think just because you know some gang leader, you can be so arrogant and unbridled.
In this day and age, it's the rich who are the bosses, understand?"
"Oh?" Xiao Ming smiled. "So, you're saying you see yourself as quite wealthy!"
Wan Xingping held his head high with pride, "I wouldn't say 'very', but definitely more than you."
Before returning to the country, he had specifically asked local classmates about Xiao Ming, knowing that he had been gambling badly for the past two years, so he spoke with great confidence.
