Yang Fan's attitude thoroughly infuriated Liu Sanleng.
He couldn't possibly say another nice word, let alone offer any more help.
Now, he just didn't want his peaceful life to be disturbed, and he didn't want to completely offend this person.
Otherwise, he would have flipped the table long ago.
Hearing Yang Fan's words, Liu Sanleng's expression instantly became serious, "Brother, did you say Diwu Ming has arrived?"
Yang Fan nodded, looking down at Xiao Nan, who was still lying in his arms, her bosom exposed and forcibly being fondled by him, seemingly oblivious to what was happening.
Liu Sanleng stood up and paced slowly, saying, "Brother, it's not that I doubt you, but the way you handle this really makes me doubt. I'm here discussing important matters with you, we haven't even finished eating, then suddenly Diwu Ming arrives; don't you think it's too coincidental?"
Yang Fan sneered.
Indeed, a brainless thing.
