"Gao, Old Dad, your strategy was really brilliant," Tang Ming said.
Ma Gangqiang, who stood beside him, was immediately excited and slapped his thigh.
"Brilliant my ass, don't think I don't know that this Tang Ming is very likely trouble you've brought upon yourself, right?"
When Ma Benyue heard Ma Gangqiang speak, he glared at him and scolded fiercely.
Ma Gangqiang immediately dared not say another word; his own father was really too clever—deceiving him was not an easy task.
Tang Ming took a taxi back to the Liu Family villa; it was already past eight in the evening. Just as he entered the villa gates, Uncle Quan was already waiting for him in the first-floor hall.
"Tang Ming, have you had dinner yet?"
Uncle Quan asked with a neutral expression.
Tang Ming touched his stomach which had mostly digested the food he ate earlier and then replied, "Did you save some food for me?"
