The Story About One Dollar

Who, but Hong Dali, could say that at a moment like this?

Liu Mingxin turned around to look at him and smiled briefly. "So it's Young Master Dali. I heard Young Master Dali has always been weak. Do you feel better recently?" It might be obvious that both of them were not friends, but Liu Mingxin was clearly more magnanimous than his younger brother, Liu Mingcheng. Regardless of how they fought under the table, Liu Mingxin displayed the necessary etiquette towards Hong Dali.

"Thank you for your concern." Hong Dali sniffed. The nine lackeys followed behind him as he held Tang Muxin's hand and walked to Li Nianwei's side. Smiling, he said, "I guess I should not die within the next one or two years." As he spoke, he took the bouquet of flowers from Zhang Cai, threw Liu Mingxin's name card away, and beamed as he handed it to Li Nianwei. "Sister Nianwei, these flowers are pretty. You can have them."

Watching Hong Dali's actions, Liu Mingxin's pupils contracted.