"Hahaha... It seems Mr. Lin not only has a sense of humor but also such a broad heart. It turns out I'm still inferior to you in this aspect, Mr. Lin," Wang Chongyang said.
"Not at all, Uncle Wang. You're known as the Ghost Hand Needle King, you see things much clearer than I do," Lin Zifeng replied with a chuckle.
In his view, Wang Chongyang wasn't a bad person, just too pretentious.
The other night, Lin Zifeng showed a bit of his skills, and now Wang Chongyang couldn't wait to treat him as a distinguished guest.
"By the way, what do you think about that proposal just now, Mr. Lin?" Wang Chongyang reassessed Lin Zifeng, naturally trying to read his thoughts from the subtleties of his facial features.
"To be honest, Uncle Wang, I'm rather indifferent to it; I'm afraid I'm not capable of handling such a grand scene. At least for now, I don't have the capital," Lin Zifeng said earnestly.
