Looking at Little Purple's innocent expression, how could Shi Hao not see that she was preparing to bleed him dry?
"Then I probably don't need any help," Shi Hao said immediately.
What a joke. He was always the one who profited while others lost out. Making him take a loss? Not a chance.
"Tch, Uncle Shi Hao, you're such a penny-pinching cheapskate. Careful Sister Qingyi doesn't dump you."
Little Purple clicked her tongue, her little face full of disdain.
"Pfft... hahahaha!"
At those words, everyone burst out laughing.
"What are you saying? How could that ever happen? You little brat, spouting nonsense without a gate on your mouth."
Shi Hao glared at her.
If he could beat her, he really would have liked to spank this girl and teach her how cruel the world could be.
"I'm old enough to be your ancestor, Uncle. Fine, I've said everything I needed to say. If you need help, remember to come find me. We can negotiate the price."
Little Purple pursed her lips, turned, and walked away.
Watching her retreating figure, Shi Hao was speechless for a good while. She was even doing business with him now. "Who exactly taught this girl to be so mercenary?"
"I think Little Purple is absolutely right. Helping is fine, but it can't be free. Don't tell me you want to be Zhou Bapi?"
Feng Wu spoke with a smile, taking Little Purple's side.
"Exactly. Even though we're good brothers, I'm not siding with you this time. Little Purple has to make a living too."
Cao Yusheng chimed in as well.
"What the hell... make a living? Does she need to?"
Shi Hao rolled his eyes. Since when did even True Immortals have to scrape out a living? Had the world gone mad, or was he