Liu Zixuan looked at Jin Ye reaching out for a handshake, slowly stood up, stretched lazily, and said, "Just say what you came for. We're not that close, no need for all the pretenses!"
Jin Ye was visibly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Young Liu really is straightforward. It's just that my legs aren't quite convenient, might I sit down and talk with you?"
"Go ahead and sit then. This broad street isn't crowded with cars or people, sit wherever you like. It's not like I can stop you!"
"Kid, watch how you talk. Do you know who you're speaking to?" The man next to Jin Ye couldn't tolerate it anymore; Liu Zixuan was being too disrespectful to Jin Ye.
This time, Jin Ye didn't intervene and instead looked at Liu Zixuan with a faint smile.
Liu Zixuan sat back on the rattan chair, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and mocked, "You're the ones who came looking to talk, I didn't plead for it."
