Yang Xiao left the stall with a chuckle and continued to stride forward.
Before he left, he didn't forget to throw a few glances at the young master, winking at him provocatively.
He was taunting the young master. He was never someone to take a beating without striking back.
Seeing this, the already sour-faced young master naturally turned even uglier, fuming with rage thanks to Yang Xiao.
The items he had purchased earlier were all tossed to the ground in one gesture, even though they were all genuine fakes. Still, it cost him a pretty penny.
He did it without hesitation, truly a display of someone who couldn't care less about money.
Easily fifty or sixty thousand, gone up in flames.
Clearly, for people like him, money is just a number.
What mattered more to such individuals was face, was winning and losing.
He, the young master of the Shangguan Family, had been outwitted by a nobody, how could he swallow this disgrace?
