Lěng Yè's gaze swept lightly over the bank card, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Clearly, the other party had mistaken him for a beggar.
He didn't mind the misunderstanding and explained, "Patriarch Ouyang, you might have misunderstood. I haven't come for money. My visit today is mainly to confirm whether you are in possession of the Qingling Grass."
Ouyang Xianglin frowned deeply. "What did you just call me?"
Chapter 401