The corner of Liu Yin's eye twitched. He glanced unobtrusively toward the door, then naturally drew his gaze back, his expression solemn.
"I'll name one last figure: two hundred thousand. That's the highest price I can offer, and our last chance to become friends, Young Master. Beyond that, there's nothing to discuss."
Holy crap!
Little A-Wu was worth that much!!!
If he told her, she'd puff herself up so much she'd practically take flight!
As for Liu Yin's claim that this was his final offer, Wang Yang didn't believe a word of it.
If he was willing to spend two hundred thousand on a child, then two hundred thousand absolutely wasn't his limit.
He sighed mournfully. "Then let's leave it there. To miss out on a dear friend-what a terrible shame!"
Liu Yin's face darkened.
Years steeped in prison work had already lent him an air of lethal severity. Now, as his expression hardened, frost seemed to instantly coat his austere face, sending a chill down the spine.
Yet Wang Yang seemed entirely unaffected and said brazenly:
"Are you still treating me to dinner, sir? If not, I'll take my leave. As for the roast duck... I suppose I won't take it with me."
Liu Yin's eyes suddenly sharpened, his gaze piercingly cold, like an abyss on a winter night poised to swallow Wang Yang. He said slowly:
"Wang Yang, aren't you afraid that by demanding the sky, you'll live to earn the money but not to spend it?"
Wang Yang leaned back, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. He flicked open his snow-white folding fan and gave a mocking chuckle.
"Old Liu, I have to say something.
"Your horizons really are narrow! No wonder you're so petty.
"I turn down your two hundred thousand, and you start talking