Yu Shasha, upon hearing Lu Kun's words, was smugly proud.
"Dad, I had no idea this kid was also here to sell flowers," she sneered. "But we simply can't do business with his kind."
Yu Zhengyuan scoffed coldly, impolitely pulling his daughter to sit down in the living room and said with an air of superiority, "I think you better go back early. No matter how good your flowers are, I won't be buying them today."
Xiaoshan simply rolled his eyes, and for the sake of Lu Kun's face, he held back from lashing out.
Damn it, what's so miraculous about them?
Even if you wanted to buy, Young Master wouldn't sell them to you!
"Alright, alright, since everyone's here, let's get started," he said.
Lu Kun had no idea what had happened between the two, but the situation had become tense. Embarrassed to ask, he could only smooth things over and urged everyone to begin.
No sooner had he spoken than someone brought their flower pot to the coffee table.
