After Su Chen shouted, an old man dressed in gray Daoist robes walked out from the house.
The expression on his face was the epitome of gloom, as if he had eaten shit, while the little boy timidly hid behind the old man's voluminous Daoist robes, occasionally peeping out with a pair of shiny black eyes at the man in front.
"Little Xia, Brother Su is here to see you, why are you hiding?"
Su Chen beckoned to the little boy with a smile.
"Hmph, I don't believe you!"
The little boy snorted.
"Spit it out, you scoundrel, what are you here for?"
Zhuge Dongming looked at Su Chen with a wary face, as if a night cat had entered the house.
"Of course, I'm here to make some connections."
Su Chen rubbed his hands together and grinned, his appearance indescribably sleazy.
"You've already emptied out my treasures, there's nothing left for you, just leave!"
Zhuge Dongming directly said upon hearing this.
