It was precisely because he couldn't stop itching that he had to bow his head and apologize.
"I'm! So! Sorry!"
The drunkard looked at Jun Wuyang, whose face was filled with murderous intent, and who was so angry that he was almost grinding his teeth, and felt inexplicably thrilled.
"That's more like it."
The drunkard smiled. If not for the filth, he would've even patted Jun Wuyang's head in tune with his words—
Immediately after, the drunkard spat out a sentence that made both Jun Wuyang and Madam Jun furiously angry.
"A lump sum, fifty million."
"Why don't you just rob me!"
As soon as the drunkard spoke, Jun Wuyang retorted furiously.
To be honest, fifty million really wasn't much for them, but Jun Wuyang would rather lose it than willingly give it to someone on Jun Moyan's behalf.
"Eighty million! If you won't treat it, then get lost."
"..."
