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Wang Daniu had no intention of indulging them—a bunch of mere servants daring to bark orders at him was like digging his own grave, seeking death!
After driving away the lackeys, Wang Daniu felt a surge of satisfaction in his heart and burst into a hearty laugh.
Then, he pulled up a stool and sat by the doorway, waiting patiently.
Suddenly, a Zhao Family uncle with two tufts of a mustache, reeking of alcohol, staggered over.
"Uncle, it's this guy. He's hidden our little treasure," one of the lackeys said, pointing at Wang Daniu.
The Zhao Family uncle squinted his blurry eyes at Wang Daniu and sneered, "Who the hell are you to spend the night in our Zhao Family's home?"
After all, the room Wang Daniu occupied was a guest room reserved for honored guests, which was a great honor for ordinary people.
Wang Daniu casually flexed his wrist, "I am a guest invited by Zhao Juan."
