For a long while, it was unclear what the two of them were thinking, when suddenly Xia Zheng curved his lips into a smile: "Does the silver from Wuji Gambling House smell nice?"
He Liansheng's brows arched, a hint of laughter seemed to flash through his deep-set eyes: "I only eat food, not silver, so I don't know if it smells good or not."
Xia Zheng was stunned, choked by his retort. Was he implying that Xia was someone who would choose silver over food?
This He Liansheng was indeed much more formidable than He Lienuo, managing to leave him speechless with just a single sentence.
Xia Zheng bared his teeth and decisively turned his head away, determined not to pay any more attention to this rigid-faced man.
He Liansheng didn't plan on saying much more to Xia Zheng, and turned his head toward Little Peach in the living room, reaching out his hand and saying: "It's time to go."
