"Alright, calling you over to eat was already showing you some respect, but if you ungrateful brat don't know how to appreciate it, fine, but why the endless chatter?"
"Eat if you want; if not, don't fuss about it. Order your own meal with your own money."
After saying that, Wang Jie couldn't help but laugh, though his expression was one of melancholy.
"Enough with the nonsense, hurry up and tell me, what's the matter that you called me here for today?"
"What's the matter? What could the matter possibly be? Don't you have any clue in your heart?"
"Why did you get that fat Mao hauled into the police station today?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Jie was instantly dumbfounded, his face a picture of confusion, full of surprise, not understanding what she was talking about.
"Fat Mao? Police station?"
"Could it be you're talking about a boss who likes to wear green clothes, that fat guy from the pickled vegetable market, supposedly some elder of an underground boxing ring?"
