"I sold you a real Plain-crown lotus plant, why should I compensate you?" Wei Wenzhi's face turned beet red with anger as he spoke.
"Oh, you're still being stubborn!" Wang Meng reached out to slap Wei Wenzhi's face.
"Stop!"
Just then, a thunderous shout made everyone feel as if the whole space had trembled. When they turned their heads, they saw a young man standing on a motorcycle, pointing at Wang Meng and yelling.
"Who are you?"
Wang Meng was startled by Li Xiaobao's shout, but when he saw that Li Xiaobao was just a youth in his twenties, he looked disdainful.
"It's none of your business who I am, let that old man go!"
Li Xiaobao stood as steady as an Immortal Crane atop the motorcycle seat, his face tinged with anger.
He had been watching all morning and had seen enough to understand. A Plain-crown lotus plant? These renowned flowers can easily cost three to four million—who would mistake that?