"Zhao Fang, you have the gall to speak?" Wu Xiaojun seethed with anger when he heard her voice.
"Tch! And why can't I speak? The fact that I could fool you just means you deserved it. Why wasn't anyone else fooled? It was just you. It's because you coveted my beauty, a man who only thinks with his lower half. Hmph! Men."
This explosive tirade made the muscles on Wu Xiaojun's face tremble with fury, his eyes blazing with rage. He struggled to find a comeback, finally managing to utter a single sentence. "Someone like you won't come to a good end."
"Whether I have a good end is none of your concern. Where's my money? When are you giving it to me?" Zhao Fang pressed aggressively. Her vicious expression was so contorted that the thick layer of powder on her face began to flake off.
"Let us inspect the items first. Once we confirm they're correct, we'll give you the money," Sun Dasheng said.
