Don't be fooled by the way he struts like he owns the place in front of Assistant Zhou and Zhao Yongkang, but when facing real powerhouses, he'd still sheepishly grin and grovel.
Su Muxue twisted her finger into an orchid shape, and, poof, Leng Mo's laughter came to an abrupt halt.
Gasping for breath, Leng Mo found that relentless laughter could be torture.
His voice was hoarse, and cold sweat had formed on his forehead.
Heaving for air, Leng Mo managed to calm his breath and quickly said, "When Zhao Yongkang graduated from college, he took part in a national art competition."
Su Muxue knew this and remembered clearly, "Yes, my Little Uncle even won the newcomer award that year. The media and the industry hailed him as the most talented genius painter!"
Genius painter?
Pah!
Nothing but a shameful thief.
Leng Mo was a proud man, he esteemed his own abilities highly, so he looked down on the likes of dishonorable people like Zhao Yongkang.
