"What the hell!"
Before Xie Ping could recover from the shock, another irritable shout suddenly rang out, making Xie Ping's face look even more unpleasant.
"Crazy old man, are you extorting me?!"
Feng Nanhong was still pondering how to persuade Hao Jian to sell the painting to him when an exasperating voice interrupted his thoughts, and all he could do was flash Hao Jian an apologetic smile before turning his head.
In Feng Nanhong's line of sight, an elderly man reeking of alcohol approached. His attire was extremely casual, even more casual than Hao Jian's.
Wearing a tank top, shorts, and slippers, he looked completely at home, yet this guy wore them to a formal event, showing just how nonchalant he was.
"What do you mean I'm extorting?!"
Feng Nanhong glared fiercely at the man and snorted coldly, saying, "Old Man Shi, just do me a favor and shut up!"
