Zhu Wenjin, after all, was the patriarch of one of Jiangling City's Four Great Families, the Zhu Family, and his presence was not something the average person could easily withstand.
Yang Meifeng herself was someone who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Seeing the other party's words, she had no choice but to vent her anger onto Mo Han, "You're really a big fool! You don't want the money; you should at least ask for thirty or fifty thousand!"
Mo Han shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Mom, let's go, Dad is still waiting for us here."
"So annoying!"
Yang Meifeng left in a huff, turning around and walking toward her car.
"Thank you, Old Zhu."
Mo Han nodded at Old Master Zhu and then followed along.
"Huff..."
After Mo Han left, Old Master Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, instantly relaxing.
Manager Zhao said in bafflement, "Old Zhu, who is this Mister Mo? You seem to be quite polite to him…"
"Polite? I'm afraid!"
