Xiao Ming lifted his eyelids and glanced at Yan Yongxing, speaking indifferently, "When I was young, my neighbor had a dog."
The dog liked to bite but was also good at guarding the house, so its owner treated it well; it never worried about food and drink, but after over a decade, it still died.
"Does Boss Yan know why?"
"I don't give a damn why," Yan Yongxing dismissed with a wave of his hand, "Scram if you can't make a viable bid. I don't have time to play games with a brat here."
"Because," Xiao Ming answered his own question, "the dog grew old without realizing it, got greedy and ate too much at once, couldn't digest it all, and died from overeating.
An old dog should have the consciousness of an old dog. Does Boss Yan think there's sense in that?"
Only then did Yan Yongxing realize that he was being insulted, and he suddenly became furious, slamming the table as he stood up.
"I'll fuck your..."