Noah Steele was so stunned by the man’s behavior that he almost laughed.
There are really people this brain-dead?
Did this guy honestly not realize that the clothes Xiao Mei was wearing—and the small handbag slung over her shoulder—were worth far more than the so-called “one hundred thousand” he was flaunting?
If this had happened before, Noah might have humored him a little, played along for fun.
But right now, Xiao Mei was clearly at her limit. Her face was pale, her body tense, like she might throw up at any second.
That killed any desire Noah had to toy with the man.
“Take your filthy money and get lost,” Noah said coldly. “We’re leaving. And remember—good dogs don’t block the road.”
The man froze for a split second, then his face twisted in disbelief.
“Oh? You’ve got guts, kid
