This person is quite well-dressed and rather delicate-looking.
He has an air of scholarly elegance from a noble family, but unfortunately, his height is only 1.4 meters.
The height of a Hobbit ruins everything, making him seem somewhat sleazy no matter what he does.
"You want to grow taller, huh? Your bone age has fused; the price you pay won't be small." The man sat casually on an old green-painted wooden chair by the window, yet he appeared more regal than an emperor in a palace.
With this comparison, the short, wealthy man seemed even more insignificantly lowly in front of him. "No matter how much you want, as long as it's effective, I'll pay you immediately."
"Three million." The man's thin lips parted lightly.
The short man squinted shrewdly, "Even a surgery to increase height only costs eight hundred thousand."
"Then go for it, if you're not afraid of becoming disabled." The man said indifferently, a cold smirk curling at the corner of his lips.
