"Thought you got skills now, didn't you? But turns out, you're still those same poor wretches! Thinking of targeting us for money, not a chance in hell!"
They clearly made a mistake coming here, this sister was utterly unreliable, couldn't squeeze a dime out of her.
"Dad, let's go, we should steer clear of these impoverished folks from now on, better dead than having dealings with them. I bet Lin Changfeng can't come up with anything clever, he just got damn lucky this time."
He looked at his father, urging him.
Upon hearing this, Old Mr. Yang also cast a deep glance at his daughter, who was still crying and looking at him with hopeful eyes, then glanced at Lin Changfeng, who was putting on a stern face and not showing them any kindness.
Not to mention that he didn't have a hundred and eighty taels of silver, even if he did, he wouldn't give it to this little scoundrel Lin Changfeng.