"I don't care about you..."
Shen Hao was too lazy to talk to a "pauper" like Hao Jian. Instead, he figured it would be better to have a fight. As he was thinking this and getting ready to act, a gangster behind him suddenly came over and whispered a few words in his ear.
"Is that true?!"
Upon hearing what the gangster said, Shen Hao's expression changed slightly. Perhaps it was an illusion, but Hao Jian seemed to detect a hint of excitement in Shen Hao's changing expression.
Right then, Shen Hao looked at Hao Jian with a cold sneer and, after glancing at him, scoffed, "If it weren't for the fact that my people have good information, I really wouldn't have known you're a rich second generation. That sports car parked at the alley entrance is yours, isn't it?"
"That sports car should be worth a few million; you're not someone lacking money, are you..."
