Upon seeing his enemy, Zhang Hao trembled all over.
Had it not been for Mo Han, he would have long been paired up with Luo Ning.
Had it not been for Mo Han, how could his family have gone bankrupt and liquidated?
Had it not been for Mo Han, how could he possibly have fallen to the point of selling slow-moving goods at a street stall?
"Oh, it's Zhang Hao, long time no see."
Contrary to Zhang Hao's anger, Mo Han appeared nonchalant, casually fiddling with the pressure cooker in his hand as if he were a regular customer, and said, "This pressure cooker seems to be of decent quality. Can't you give a discount?"
Fifty bucks for a pressure cooker, and you still want a discount?
Do you have no shame at all?
Zhang Hao stepped forward, snatched the pressure cooker, and shouted, "Anyone else can buy it, but you, I'd rather die than sell it to you!"
"Get lost!"
