Jiang Jincheng did not retort or curse back in front of Lin Zhenghui. He just watched Lin Zhenghui ride off on his electric scooter.
He coldly watched his retreating figure and muttered curses under his breath, "Damn pauper. If you dare to come tonight, I'll get you thrown in and see who you can run to for insults."
Lin Zhenghui was unaware that this second-generation rich kid was setting a trap for him.
He only knew to ride his electric scooter back to his farmhouse resort and started catching chickens to be slaughtered.
Two for the guests to eat hot pot, and one for himself to stew for a nourishing soup, feeling a bit like he was hollowed out.
"I say, Waner, why are you dragging all these sweet potatoes over here? Whose are they?" Lin Zhenghui saw the campus beauty Waner pulling a small cart full of sweet potatoes.
They were all neatly packaged, each bag looking to be about 10 pounds.
Piled next to the service counter.
