Chapter 126: The Old Drunkard's Intent Is Not the Wine

Mr. Meng and Yang Hui looked somewhat displeased.

The old man frowned, but did not open his mouth.

"I haven't changed professions, still in insurance sales. Just messing around outside, nowhere near comparable to my cousin," Meng Lang just smiled.

People's sense of superiority is actually built upon the disdain for others.

But maybe because he was taking a God's-eye view, Meng Lang was very calm this time, as if he was watching a play performed according to a predetermined script.

Especially when you know the ending, the process is actually rather boring.

That's why "spoilers" are hated by people.

It was a performance utterly lacking a soul...

Moreover, for a relative who would suffer a cerebral hemorrhage in two years, he really couldn't get angry.

After all... the dead deserve the most respect.