Besides... a few words from you would only cost us a little face... how much was face worth, anyway?
And the ones losing face would be Lie Xiaohuo, Kong Xiaodan, and Bing Xiao Bing... not Great Shaman Liehuo, Great Shaman Bingming, and Great Witch Dan Kong...
We were fine with it. We no longer cared!
And no matter what, we were eating this meal!
We wouldn't dare eat at the home of that man who scraped the sky three feet higher, but getting a meal out of his son counted as collecting the father's debt from the son.
When we saw that old fellow later, we could needle him a little: hey, Old Zuo, we've eaten at your place! Gahahahaha!
And we didn't part with a single cent! Gahaha!
Just tell us, are you mad?
Are you mad?
Let it drive you mad! Hahahaha...
When Zuo Xiaoduo had heard Bai Xiaoduo bring up the subject earlier, he had been eagerly waiting to receive gifts, his hands almost reaching out. Instead, he had witnessed a grand performance of shameless evasion.
He drew back his hands, which had been ready to accept gifts, in disgruntlement. I'm not holding out any hope anymore.
Judging by how these four hemmed and hawed, they could practically give him a run for his money. There was definitely no hope of getting any gifts.
Then again, perhaps they were simply four broke bastards...
With no present fit to offer...
How could they compare to a handsome fellow like me, with mountains of gold up both sleeves and wealth unrivaled at Hidden Dragon!
Seven o'clock sharp.
Zuo Xiaoduo began inviting everyone to take their seats.
His heart brimmed with contempt. Do these four broke bastards who won't give me presents even deserve to eat?
Having received no presents,