"Han Fei, watch your mouth, and stop looking down on people. Let's go, Zhang Xiaoshan. I know you want to help me, but I can't just watch you be humiliated like this."
Lin Yanran clutched Zhang Xiaoshan's arm, but Zhang Xiaoshan stood still as a mountain. He simply gave Lin Yanran a reassuring look, then turned to Han Fei and asked.
"Young Master Han, you said yourself that you would give me this basin. Are you a man of your word?"
"Of course, my words are as solid as gold. It's just a broken basin after all, how much can it be worth?"
"Look at this trinket, you cherish it as if it were a great bargain. It's just laughable."
Mrs. Lin even spoke with a face full of disdain.
"Now that the dish has been given to you, why not take the basin outside to eat? You might even get some money if you meet someone kind-hearted."
They really treated Zhang Xiaoshan like a beggar.
Zhang Xiaoshan merely chuckled.