His performance, although somewhat awkward, made everyone present burst into laughter.
Wu Xiaoyu turned around and waved at Ma Shengming, signaling him to calm down. He then squatted down again and asked, "Son, do you have anything else to say?"
Li the Sixth saw him squat down and quickly glanced around with the corner of his eyes. Seeing that Huang Mao was three to five meters away, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Master Wu, I'm begging you! Let me go! I can give you a million, or you can name a price. Even if I have to sell everything, I'll get you the money!" Li the Sixth whispered.
You bastard! So you pretended to be crazy just to say this? Although I love money, I acquire it in honorable ways.
Your ill-gotten wealth through theft and evasion doesn't interest me at all. You better stay behind bars!
Wu Xiaoyu raised his eyebrow and smiled, "Son, is that what you want to tell your father? Your father has plenty of money, no need for you to pay respects!"
