"Old man, you're accusing me wrongly!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a bitter smile.
"The old man may be aged and dim, but my eyes aren't blind! Just by looking at the clothes you're wearing, even though they're not a famous brand, they're definitely custom-made, if I guess correctly! These clothes should be crafted by a master of the Royal Family from Country Y, and just this set alone won't be less than three hundred thousand! Maybe even more!" Yang Mo said.
"Nothing can escape your eyes, old man!" Zhang Xiaohao laughed.
"Xiaohao, I'm serious! My granddaughter is a top-tier beauty, the line of those chasing after her can stretch from Nanhua City all the way to Beijing, and moreover, she has her own big restaurant, with a market value of at least several billion!" Yang Mo continued.
