"Senior, you can't be mistaken, can you? Why are you under my foot?"
Ye Wushuang said this, but he didn't move his foot. Then, with a grin, he asked, "By the way, Senior, you didn't finish what you were saying. What would you do if I didn't agree?"
"Damn it! You brat, move your foot! Quick!" the "fat cat" urged, its eyes rolling back in its head.
"Senior, why don't you answer my question first?" Ye Wushuang didn't move.
'Blast it! This kid is doing it on purpose! Absolutely on purpose!' The fat cat knew full well that Ye Wushuang was messing with it and had already cursed him a thousand times over in its mind.
But it was in a bind and had no choice but to bow its head. Its tail was still pinned under Ye Wushuang's foot. It ground out through clenched teeth, "Listen up, brat. If you don't agree, Lord Cat will fill your storage space with endless treasures, stuff you to death with infinite Elixirs, and then find a hundred peerless beauties to ravish you to death…"
