Guan Ting watched Gu Shanhai with a rigid expression on his face, not expecting the other party to be so shameless, apparently ready to bleed him dry.
It turned out to be a case of trying to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice.
Seeing this, he could only first beautify his thoughts and lay them all out, followed by a bunch of pitiful tales of the kind implying he had an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child to take care of, hoping to evoke some sympathy.
"Alas, look how miserable your life is." Gu Shanhai sighed, and Guan Ting took heart at this, thinking his act was working.
But before he could enjoy his satisfaction for two minutes, Gu Shanhai abruptly changed his tune, "You could tell me where your so-called mother and son are, and I'd make a trip to take care of them for you, to ease your burden. This way, you won't have any trouble giving me half your fortune."
