I should have known better than to take this job if I'd realized there was a problem.
"Don't be so quick to leave, how about you say two words for me to hear?"
But by then, Little Milk Jin had already walked up to him, slightly tilting up his little head.
Huang Jin had never suffered much loss since he started his career in deception, let alone after he began dabbling in Feng Shui metaphysics, where many hailed him as a master.
He hadn't encountered such direct criticism and pointing out of flaws for decades.
Furthermore, he had just found a suitable excuse within his mind, so in his eyes, if he himself was half a catty, Tang Jin was eight taels—what abilities could he have?
In this state of intense irritation, he actually snorted disdainfully.
"Even if I told you, what of it? I was studying these things before you were even born!"
"Then 'perhaps' for perhaps and 'already' for already!"
