If one day word spread that I was mad at my mother, it would probably be a very normal thing. She clearly saw that I hated that old Shanghai young man with a poker face who refused to pay back millions of dollars owed to him by others. She was so disgusted that she actually refused to pay him back.
Ask me to take him to visit our small garden?
God must have thought that I had not been tortured enough, so he specially sent a black-faced young master from Shanghai to train me... What is it like now? How do you want me to introduce my warm and beautiful little garden with a black face? Do you have to gnash your teeth?
Introduce?
I cast a dissatisfied look at the dark-faced young man next to me who was a head taller than me. Sigh... It was like I owed him 8 million and I couldn't pay him back. How could I talk to him?
Did he accidentally get some mud on his face, and did he have to look at me with a face of stiff muscles?
What is this?
But... I held my chin and looked at him. If I didn't introduce him, I would probably complain to my mother soon. Well... Judging from the situation of the father and son visiting today, it is very possible. Forget it, I won't go with him.
He cares about it, and if he has a black face, he will keep a black face, so I will introduce him as if he is introducing me to a non-aggressive black bear. Anyway, it’s not a big deal, I’ll introduce mine, it’s his family’s business whether he likes to hear it or not.[
Stopping in front of a pot of cactus, I raised a sweet smile and said to him: "May I ask what your name is?"
"Lan Fan." He looked at me expressionlessly and replied.