Lin Fan paused his steps, turned his head to glance at the middle-aged man, and said, "Who are you calling a broke bastard?"
The middle-aged man arrogantly replied, "I'm calling you a broke bastard!"
Lin Fan chuckled, "You called me a broke bastard. Turns out, you're the broke bastard."
The middle-aged man was momentarily stunned, then realized that Lin Fan had trapped him with words, and sneered, "Poor kid, all you can do is boast with words. Whoever's poor will be embarrassed!"
The young woman beside him giggled, "President Zhang, why bother wasting words on this lowlife? People like him don't even know what wealth looks like."
The middle-aged man laughed heartily, "You're right. Well, today I'll show him! Hey pauper, we're thirsty, go buy us a bottle of water!"
He spoke in a commanding tone, as if Lin Fan were his servant.
Lin Fan smiled, "I'm thirsty too. How about you lend me your little plaything to quench my thirst?"
