Today was the first time Mo Hengjian had seen Big Bull. Although he had often heard his parents talk at home these past few days about how impressive Big Bull was, he still looked down upon him, thinking to himself that if Big Bull were really that great, would he be willing to stay in such a poor and remote place? Only bumpkins like his parents could be deceived by him.
"You bumpkin, do you even know how to respect your elders," Hengjian, who prided himself on having seen more of the world, held Big Bull in utter contempt and said disdainfully, glancing at him sideways.
After all, Big Bull was dressed in coarse clothes. These days, while dealing with the construction of the house under the scorching sun, his face had tanned quite a bit, indeed resembling a farmer.
Madam Ruan had witnessed firsthand how formidable Big Bull could be.