“Stop crying poor here!” Yao Ruoxian struck out as he said he would, immediately snatching the string of storage rings into his hand from Miao Yi’s waist.
“Give them back!” Miao Yi wanted to snatch them back as these had been obtained with his sweat and blood.
“I’m warning you. If you’re being troublesome again, you better be careful, or else I will seize everything from you until you have nothing left!” warned Yao Ruoxian, pointing at him.
The warning were effective. Both parties’ strengths were vastly different, so Miao Yi could only be furious and depressed about it from the sidelines, looking on helplessly as the old man was over there counting the items inside the string of storage rings.
“Tsk! Tsk! Brat, you’ve earn a lot and yet you keep crying poor.”
Scrutinizing the items inside the storage rings, Yao Ruoxian kept clicking his tongue continuously.
