What a load of fucking bullshit!
Qin Siyang wanted to curse.
When the hell did I transfer my Crimson Crystal to the Zhao Merchants' Association?
It was generous enough of me to bring it out to give them some clout! Now he actually wanted to use my Crimson Crystal as collateral?!
Ridiculous!
Even if Zhao Longfei had been standing right there, he would have cursed him out all the same.
He would have pointed at Zhao Longfei's scarred head and sprayed his face with spit.
But Wen Shu was here today.
And not just Wen Shu-her grandmother was here too.
A thought suddenly surfaced in Qin Siyang's mind, one he had not had in years: Good children don't swear.
Driven by that thought, he instinctively reined himself in a little.
He merely asked Gu Yunpeng coldly, "Is that what Zhao Longfei told you?"
"Yes. Why? Didn't Principal Zhao tell you?"
Qin Siyang tilted his head, brimming with resentment. "Tell me? Would he dare?"
Seeing Qin Siyang react like this, Gu Yunpeng was slightly taken aback.
He had no idea where Qin Siyang, an orphan, got the confidence to challenge Zhao Longfei like that.
He acted as though the Crimson Crystal belonged to him.
But as far as Gu Yunpeng knew, Qin Siyang was no reckless fool who overestimated himself.
Perhaps he really did have some deal with Zhao Longfei that Gu Yunpeng knew nothing about.
So he said no more.
Qin Siyang asked again, "Does Little Zhao know about this?"
"I'm not sure about that. Perhaps he does. Principal Zhao told me he didn't intend to tell outsiders about this yet. I happened to be at the Merchants' Association that day, so he mentioned it to me and asked me to let my father know. As for whether Zhao Sifang