"Sorry, but you can't leave yet. Since you're not a beneficiary of Bai Lao Si, you'll have to bring back all the potted plants moved from Lao Si's house, or don't blame me, Mao Da, for being impolite," the elderly man, who had seemed so calm and composed, now narrowed his eyes and his flat nose puffed up, his amiable tone instantly disappearing.
Daring to empty Lao Si's house of potted plants while he was not in the country, and even causing Lao Si to lose his life in the end, these accounts have yet to be settled.
"Old man, are you setting a trap for me? If I don't show you some color, you'd think I, Zhao Ah Mao, am a pushover," Zhao Ah Mao rolled up his sleeves, preparing to give a few punches to the elderly man self-proclaimed as Mao Da.