"Brother Wu, if you have something to say, just say it straight."
"On Bai Sidong's side, I'll help you settle it, but I'll have to trouble you, Brother Yin, to give me my tail back."
Yin Shiqing's brows lifted slightly, then he let out a small laugh.
"So that's what this is about. I was wondering, Brother Wu, with skills like yours, how could you possibly go back on a promise you'd clearly agreed to…"
Wu Rong smiled. He picked up the teacup in front of him, inhaled the lingering fragrance of the tea, a bitterness hiding in the aroma…
"This is good tea."
"But Wu Rong, playing this kind of little scheme with me—aren't you underestimating me a bit?"
Wu Rong put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Yin Shiqing.
"Brother Yin, let me say a few words. You listen. If you think I'm wrong, just take it as me farting."
"…"
