Wang Xiaoqiang took the credit card symbolizing status and identity, and under the respectful and admiring gaze of Manager Huo and a few shop assistants, left Broadway with two women and a child.
Wang Rui was overjoyed to receive a tablet and a phone. However, unlike most children, he didn't become overly excited. After all, he was no longer an ordinary child but a cultivator. His mindset was naturally more mature than children his age.
"Huang Kunlun is really generous. He gifted us several tens of millions!" Qiao Zhi couldn't help but exclaim when they walked out of the store. Wang Xiaoqiang merely smiled disdainfully, "Actually, I didn't want to take it, but if I didn't, those brothers wouldn't sleep tonight..."
"That's true." Qiao Zhi laughed.
If Wang Xiaoqiang had refused the credit card, it would indicate that he hadn't forgiven the Huang Brothers. If he didn't forgive them, not only wouldn't they sleep tonight, but they would often have sleepless nights in the future.
