"How so, you don't believe me?" Fang Muye, straightforward by nature, immediately showed indignation and said, "Let me tell you, Xiao's formidable abilities don't stop there, there's also..."
"Sir Fang."
Xiao Ming smiled and interrupted him, "The only beauty in this room is currently focused on playing the zither, and praising me to the four elders here won't do any good!
Besides, I'm not as good as you make me out to be; it's all just coincidence."
Not being a fool, Fang Muye picked up the hint that Xiao Ming was not interested in befriending the heads of the four families and chuckled without saying more.
The elderly man surnamed Shi was naturally that highly esteemed businessman among the domestic merchants, Shi Qianshan, who had once devoted his family's fortunes to support the military.
Being old and seasoned, he saw things more clearly than Fang Muye.
It's not that Xiao Ming was unwilling to befriend the four families; he clearly disliked them intensely.
