Qian Sanduo felt like he was about to explode with anger. Watching a profitable business slip into someone else's hands was as heartbreaking as watching his own daughter run off with another man.
If it weren't for Feng Hao's connection to the Thief God, he would have genuinely suspected Feng Hao was a mole from the Holy Hall.
"This is my fault; I didn't give you a heads-up," Feng Hao said, a little embarrassed. "I gave the Life Spirit Pills and Snow Frost Ointment to the Treasure Pavilion mainly because my girlfriend is from the Holy Hall. Besides, I was also worried about overworking you, wasn't I?"
"Bullshit! Making money never tires me out." Qian Sanduo snorted, his expression turning to surprise. "By the way, kid, when did you get a girlfriend? And a damn Holy Hall member, at that. You haven't been tricked, have you?"
Feng Hao grinned. "How could I get tricked? We were already dating before I came to Five States City."
