"Elder Chief, your village is called Stone Craftsman Village, how can there possibly be no stonemasons?"
Zhao Ruolan was visibly displeased, her words carried a tone of irritation.
Yet, even so, the Elder Chief's face remained as unpleasant and terrible as ever.
"If I say there are none, then there are none. You better leave now!"
Facing such a harsh reprimand, Zhao Ruolan took a deep breath and, with furrowed brows, looked towards Zhang Xiaowei.
Clearly, she could no longer bear the bad temper of this old man, waiting to see how Zhang Xiaowei would handle the situation.
"Elder Chief, we've come here with sincerity, could you at least have a few words with us?"
Even with the Elder Chief's terrible attitude, Zhang Xiaowei had no choice but to endure.
After all, he was the one in need of a favor, and to fall out with them now would mean his trip was in vain, wouldn't it?
"There's nothing to talk about."