Hearing Song Wen's blunt response, Song Yiyi rubbed his nose and muttered softly, "Uncle Song, your question lacks meaning, I think the likelihood of cutting for profit is very small. No! Not very small, it's basically impossible!"
"Just say less!"
Song Wen heard his defense, and his face showed an expression of disgust as he frowned...
Quickly, Song Wen gave the order coldly, "Go prepare things, we'll head over to Master Xiaobei's place later."
"Yes!"
Agreeing to this, Song Yiyi walked out with a sullen face.
...
After leaving the room, Song Yiyi, with a grotesque expression, suddenly kicked over a trash can...
"Hu Xiaobei, it's all because of you, it's all because of you!"
He knew that the reason for his embarrassment now was all due to Hu Xiaobei, so he wished he could tear Hu Xiaobei to pieces.
After a while, he gradually calmed down a bit.
"Hu Xiaobei, I really want to see what kind of thing you, this idiot, can solve!"
