"You're muddled. You don't even realize it yourself and yet dare to sell it as deep-sea cold iron. Even if we're facing difficulties, we cannot deceive others. You must immediately find the Noble, apologize and admit your mistake, then return the elixir to him," the middle-aged man sternly said, leaving no room for rebuttal.
Fatty Huang lowered his head, muttering softly, "I won't go. To save you, Dad, I'll play the bad guy."
"You..." Maybe this was the first time his son was so stubborn, leaving the middle-aged man speechless with anger.
Listening to the father-son dialogue, several beauties looked at Lin Tian, while Lin Tian recalled scenes from his childhood. Back then, although Grandpa wasn't wealthy, he taught him principles, and every time, the kind Grandpa turned serious.
Lin Tian stepped out, walked to the main door, and knocked. Fatty came out to open the door, froze upon seeing Lin Tian, and then felt somewhat guilty.
