Under the astonished gazes of Young Master Helian and the tall and short men, Xia Zheng very candidly snatched the silver note from the short man's hand, even curling his lips with dissatisfaction.
"What did my stool do to anyone? Just like that, you guys kicked it over. Tsk tsk, my heart really hurts! But, since there's this compensation of one thousand taels of silver, I won't make things difficult for you guys. Young Master Helian, please, do as you wish. I have other matters to attend to, I'll be going now, see you later!"
Watching Xia Zheng swaggeringly wave the thick stack of silver notes in his hand, Young Master Helian's nose was practically crooked with anger. That was his money!
A stool actually costs one thousand taels of silver?
Robbers! Bandits!
