"Why bother me if you're not trading?" Ling Gang's face darkened, turned around, and walked out, waving his hand as he said, "Play by yourself. I'm busy, I don't have time to serve you."
"Come on!"
The last time Ling Gang went to the Northern Wastelands, he was scolded by Ding Fan as an "old dog," so he never showed Ding Fan a pleasant face. Every time he traded with Ding, he was just businesslike.
Ding Fan had no choice but to stand up and say, "Elder Ling Gang, wait a moment, I need to see your Hall Master."
Ding Fan knew that if he said he wanted to see Ling Wanru, Ling Gang would just walk away, so he could only deceive Ling Gang by saying he wanted to see Ling Xiaotian.
"You want to see our Hall Master?"
Sure enough, Ling Gang stopped, hesitatingly looking at Ding Fan and said, "Do you have business with our Hall Master? Our Hall Master has a lot to do, he doesn't have time to chat with you."
"It's naturally a big deal!"
