Xia Zheng naturally knew that Wu Zhengqing would definitely not be willing to give up his Wuji Gambling House. Raising his eyebrows and baring his teeth, he shook his head and said: "Ah, it seems that I can't cooperate with Second Young Master Wu after all. What a pity!"
Though he spoke words of regret, Wu Zhengqing couldn't see the slightest hint of it on his face.
On the contrary, he was somewhat pleased.
Clearing his throat, Wu Zhengqing secretly twitched the corners of his mouth and said: "Second Young Master Xia is thinking...?"
Before he could finish, Xia Zheng interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Second Young Master Wu, there's no need for further words. I won't stand on ceremony with you. Either mortgage the Wuji Gambling House to me, and I'll take a loss on it, or we'll settle it as it should be!"
Xia Zheng's relationship with the Wu Family had always been poor, and naturally, he wouldn't give Wu Zhengqing too many opportunities to speak well.
