"Really?"
Xiao Ming hehe'd with a smile, "How about we make a bet too, Sir Duan? If you win, we can forget about the rewards that kid just mentioned."
Duan Hongqing's hand trembled, spilling tea everywhere. He eyed Xiao Ming up and down and asked Zhou Jicang, "Zhou, where on earth did you find this demon? A sly old fox full of guile, always looking for a gap to exploit and setting traps with every word. Despite being full of malice, he carries himself with such openness that it's almost embarrassing to get angry with him.
I've seen many old rouges like him, but to have such cunning at over twenty years old, Xiao Ming is truly one of a kind!"
Zhou Jicang chuckled, "I warned you all in advance to not underestimate him just because he's young. You wouldn't listen, relying on having eaten more years of rice and pulling rank. It serves you right to face the consequences!"
