Xia Bin said snidely, "It's nothing. Just ran into some third-rate salesman!"
A salesman? Lin Ping had initially thought Chen Xiao had an extraordinary presence and couldn't be just an ordinary person. But after hearing Xia Bin call him a salesman, he immediately dismissed him.
Upon hearing that, he said, "Just some salesman. If you don't like him, call security and have him thrown out. We call the shots on our turf!"
'Your turf? The Qing Dynasty fell ages ago, and you're still acting like a prince!'
"I'll give you a chance to rephrase that," Chen Xiao told him coolly.
"Oh? Acting tough, are we? Do you even know who we are?" Lin Ping seemed intrigued.
He was young and hot-headed to begin with. Plus, he knew Xia Bin was doing well for himself in Jiangzhou. This place had even once been his family's project. Although it wasn't anymore, his sister was the general manager. 'There's no way I'm getting intimidated by some salesman here, of all places,' he thought.
"Lin Pingzhi?"
