"They were both beaten up by a Mountain Cat," Zhao Xing said indifferently.
"Served them right," Zong Shichang applauded, "I've disliked that chrysanthemum face for a long time."
"Do you have a grudge against him?" Zhao Xing asked in surprise.
Zong Shichang snorted, "My father once wanted to hire a Ritual Repairer to accompany me up the mountain and sought him out."
"Didn't come to an agreement?"
Business is business, and benevolence remains. Just because we didn't agree doesn't mean we have a grudge," Zong Shichang said, "He set his price, and was quite enthusiastic at first. After we didn't make a deal, he turned around and put on a show of aloofness, claiming that the Zong family's money was filthy and he was too proud to associate with us. Isn't that smearing my family's name?"
Zhao Xing chuckled, "This man is truly despicable. What's the deal with you and Li Chengfeng then?"
