"What are you looking at? Are you not satisfied? Never seen a rich man before?"
Qian Bao was immediately upset when he noticed the filthy beggar squatting in the corner was actually glaring at him. He swung his fox-skin overcoat and coldly berated the beggar.
Song Tao was dumbfounded. He pursed his lips together and looked at Qian Bao. He wondered where in the world this fellow obtained the courage to behave arrogantly in front of him. Even though his current appearance was indeed rather miserable… Nevertheless, he was still a sixth grade Battle-Emperor!
The middle-aged chef standing behind Qian Bao glanced at Song Tao in disgust as well. He waved his hand away and said, "As expected of a store opened within an alleyway. No wonder there's not many people coming through here. It's all because of filthy beggars like this. They're simply ruining the appetite of customers."
