Ye Ling sneered at the one who could win but not lose. The matter was already over, now he thought of it again and even stopped him in his tracks. It was clear that his character was nothing special.
"Lost is lost, it just proves that your judgement isn't strong enough, nor are you decisive."
"Now coming back to find me just shows how small-minded you are, it would be better for you if you'd simply hid at home with a stomachache rather than come out and make a fool of yourself in public."
Ye Ling said coldly, while Mo Siqing beside him also sneered. She too despised such people who couldn't accept defeat.
"Tsk tsk, now you're lecturing me? Of course, you're happy because you've made money, while I'm here feeling depressed. I'll give you two choices."
"The first one, I give you six hundred thousand, and you sell me that piece of colored glaze. You make a bit of money, and I get something in return. It's a win-win."
