"What gift did you bring? Let me see?"
Father Han coughed furiously for quite a while before he coldly spoke.
Zhang Bin eagerly brought the gift in front of Father Han.
"Zuixian Liquor? Trash."
Father Han casually tossed the four bottles of Zuixian Liquor into the trash can.
"Radishes? Green vegetables? Is this the kind from the Qingshan Hotel Group? Trashy people cultivated them, feed them to the dogs."
Father Han threw all the vegetables, radishes, cucumbers, and so on, outside the door.
Han Cheng whistled, and several dogs ran over excitedly, gobbling up these vegetables.
With spiritual energy, vegetables are naturally favored by dogs.
"Damn it..."
Zhang Bin was so angry he howled, but he couldn't explode.
At this moment, he understood that he had flattered the wrong people; they hated Zhang Bin so much that even the vegetables he cultivated and the wine he brewed were disliked.
"Wow, there are two big fish? Feed them to the dogs."
