Qiao Feng was so enraged by Qiao Taiyang's theory that he puffed out his beard and glared, "I'm not dead yet, and you're already eyeing my money. If something were to happen to me, would you attempt a rebellion?"
Qiao Taiyang muttered sheepishly, "Rebellion? That's something for emperors. At most you're just like the mafia!"
"You—" Qiao Feng, his eyes rolling in anger, said, "I'm freezing all your cards today, as payment for the huge sum I'm spending tonight!"
Upon hearing this, Qiao Taiyang felt like crying but had no tears, "That won't do! I promised to buy Linda a diamond necklace!"
Today Lily, tomorrow Linda! What other skills did his stupid son have besides spending money and chasing women?
Thinking of how Bai Cheng'an, at such a young age, had already achieved so much, and then looking at his own good-for-nothing son in front of him, Qiao Feng felt faint from anger.
