Mu Shaoan's words were something Zhang Yang would not believe—not even a punctuation mark of them.
But who could blame him when this was his own cousin? So he reluctantly sat down.
Sigh, for someone as upright, handsome, and noble as him to sit across from this despicable fellow—even Heaven itself would weep tears of sorrow.
"I choose white."
Zhang Yang leisurely took out a coin condensed from the Cosmic Law and slammed it onto the Ancient Destiny Chessboard with a smack.
Mu Shaoan held his forehead. "Cousin, can't we be a little more formal? Do you still think I'm some little kid who can be coaxed with a stick of bubble gum? You're such a filthy rich man... Fine, family discount. One thousand units of Cosmic Law for a single white piece."
"Pfft!"
The iced Flood Dragon Brand beer Zhang Yang had just drunk, along with his saliva, was "deliberately" sprayed out. The astonishment on his face was as if he had just heard his male cousin suddenly turn into his female cousin.
"Ahem, cousin, isn't that a bit much? If you're short on money, just say so. If you say you're short on money, could I really refuse to give you any? If you don't say anything, how am I supposed to know you're short on money? Why resort to this trick? We're family—don't let it hurt our relationship."
Mu Shaoan merely stared at him, his eyes filled with utter disdain. Sigh, how had someone as handsome, suave, and debonair as Mu Shaoan ended up with such a short, poor, ugly cousin? Had he committed some unforgivable sin in his past life?
"If I say I'm short on money, will you give me a thousand units of Cosmic Law?"
"Cousin, you should know that farming isn't easy. I