Before Nie Huihuang could finish speaking, Mo Han picked up the Patek Philippe watch worth millions and tossed it into the sky.
With a whoosh, the watch flew into the shrubbery outside the Platinum Sharp Business Building.
"Mo Han! What do you mean by this?"
Nie Huihuang's eyes widened with a face filled with both anger and disbelief.
After all, that watch wasn't a fake; it was genuinely purchased from the Patek Philippe Salon in Geneva.
Now this bastard had the nerve to toss it away in front of everyone, wasn't this a direct slap in his face?
"Heh heh, didn't Young Master Nie just say that I could deal with it as I wished?"
Mo Han said with a playful smile, "You know I practice Feng Shui, and you gave a watch for the opening of my wife's business."
"As the saying goes, giving a watch is like hosting a funeral; I dare not accept such an ominous item."
With that, he raised his arm and shouted to the more than twenty onlookers, "What are you elders waiting for?"
