Fatty Wang didn't pay attention to Xiao Mu but picked up the CD directly. "How can I be sure you haven't made copies?" He had to be cautious; now he could no longer afford to estimate his old man.
"I can't guarantee that to you, to be honest. You should know this wasn't easy to get, and whether the person who gave it to me kept a copy, I can't guarantee either." Xiao Mu felt gratified to be speaking the rare truth. "This is the honest truth, but of course, you can choose not to believe it. Our transaction can end at any time."
