"If madam doesn't like it, I won't persist," Uncle Lin merely gave a little shrug after catching Song Qincheng's fury. "Hey! People!" He called out the others who were still in the other cars. "Come over and help carry Madam's luggage!"
The bodyguards quickly alighted and did as they were told, while Uncle Lin pressed on. This time, he aimed a dig at Old Wang.
"What kind of assistant is this?" He glared at the other man haughtily. "He looks like one of those village coolies! That really bothers me!"
Being a jovial and carefree deity, Old Wang scratched his head a little and continued to mind his own business – which appeared to be anything except Uncle Lin.
