Li Xiaobao looked at Zhang Laicai's expression and sneered inwardly, wondering what trick he was up to this time.
"Come on, let's sit inside!"
Zhang Shan rinsed his cup, shook it vigorously twice, and accidentally splashed water droplets onto Zhang Laicai's face.
"Ah, I..."
Zhang Laicai watched as Zhang Shan and Li Xiaobao entered the office and gritted his teeth as he followed them in.
"Xiaobao, what's the matter? Speak up!"
Zhang Shan hadn't expected Zhang Laicai to shamelessly follow them inside. He shook his head helplessly; Zhang was becoming more and more shameless.
Li Xiaobao also felt somewhat helpless and said, "Uncle Zhang Shan, didn't I lease three mountain tops before?"
"Two. I sublet one to you!"
Before Li Xiaobao could finish, Zhang Laicai interrupted, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, posing as if he was a hermit from another world, as if subletting to Li Xiaobao was a matter of great honor.