Zhao Tiezhu frowned slightly; this was clearly a case of someone judging a book by its cover.
He was wearing a simple gray T-shirt, navy blue trousers, and cloth shoes—practical attire for manual labor that his sister-in-law washed for him every day. As for not being able to afford the wine? Did this guy really think the wine was made of gold?
Zhao Tiezhu retorted impatiently, "How do you know I can't afford it? I—"
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