Watching the hands pulling and tugging in front of him, Li Ping'an kept his head down and leisurely sipped his tea, thinking it was someone else's problem and had no desire to intervene.
"Come here, you!"
The wealthy young master, having grabbed the pretty woman's hand, excitedly stepped on a stool and a Ba Xian table, and heedlessly dashed past the tea table in front of Li Ping'an. He not only kicked over Li Ping'an's teapot and cups but also didn't even glance at Li Ping'an, completely ignoring him.
"What the fuck! Are you blind?"
Li Ping'an looked up and cursed the wealthy young master to his face. However, the young master was not angered, his mind wholly fixated on the pretty woman. He casually pulled out ten taels of silver from his sleeve and threw it in front of Li Ping'an, as if he were shooing away a beggar.
"What?"
