Hao Jian did not get angry because of Zicong's attitude. Instead, a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth as he slowly stood up and extended his hand to Zicong:
"Uncle, hello, my name is Hao Jian."
But Zicong gave him a glance and did not extend his hand. In his view, a deadbeat dressed in rags like this one was not worthy of shaking hands with him.
Seeing this, Yao Shufen could not help but show a mocking expression, knowing that Zicong had deliberately put Hao Jian in an awkward position.
Shu Ya had dared to curse at her, so she must take her revenge.
Seeing this, Shu Ya could not help but see fire in her eyes. Hao Jian had already lowered himself to take the initiative to shake hands with Zicong, yet Zicong was there, pretending to misunderstand intentionally.
When Shu Ya's father came to their home back then, he had also faced such a cold reception.