"Pah, you're nothing but a spoiled fool, utterly shameless," Wang Tingting said angrily. "I only like men who are as capable as my master, not those who fawn and grovel like dogs."
This enraged Murong Fu, who turned to look at Wang Daniu with a sardonic tone, "I heard you're skilled at some sort of mysticism, is it fortune-telling, or maybe drinking charm-infused water? How about you put on a show? I might even help you drum up some business."
Murong Fu laughed contemptuously, "Or maybe you could recite a spell and change something for me to play with!"
Murong Fu wore a look of arrogance, and the rest of the Murong Family also looked down on Wang Daniu with disdain.
"What mysticism—it's nothing but smoke and mirrors, mere tricks unworthy of a public stage."
"This person is a charlatan, to think he deceived Uncle Wang's entire family."
However, these people were mindful of Sun Mao's face and didn't show their contempt outright, whispering among themselves instead.
