The milk delivery person opened the door and went inside.
The egg seller knocked on the door outside.
He hadn't felt so completely relaxed in a long time, as if the Twelve Original Powers were twelve beauties serving him.
"You..."
Sang Biao was dumbfounded.
Having lived over two hundred years, he'd seen plenty of spoiled brats, but someone like Zhang Lingfeng, who squandered ten drops of Five Elements Spirit Liquid at once, was a first.
Moreover, Zhang Lingfeng came from Ancient Blue Star, a place poor in resources.
He finally understood what it meant for a poor person to suddenly become wealthy and spend money like water.
Some people, even if they're talented, can't maintain their fortune if they don't reach the same level of consciousness, no matter how big an opportunity they get.
