"Abao, what are you doing?"

Zheng Shouyi was somewhat angry, "This has nothing to do with you, so don't interfere."

"I'm doing this for your own good!"

Abao glared at Zheng Shouyi, then looked coldly at Wang Qian, "You're Boss Wang, right? You think you can bribe my uncle with this piece of junk?"

"You must be Abao?"

Wang Qian looked A Bao up and down, but wasn't angry. He simply said, "Can we sit down and talk things over?"

Abao frowned.

Wang Qian's reaction was somewhat different from what he had expected.

In his mind, a big boss should be quite arrogant, and after being provoked like this, he should get angry, throw the gifts on the ground, and leave.

If he does that, he will find an excuse to persuade his uncle, Zheng Shouyi.

Unexpectedly,

Wang Qian was surprisingly calm.

His attitude was so terrible, yet he acted like nothing was wrong.

Is this Boss Wang just a cowardly coward who only knows how to fawn over domineering people like them and doesn't dare to resist at all?

Thinking of this, a subtle smile gradually appeared on his lips.

"Okay, let's go inside and talk!"

As he said this, he took two steps back, crossed his arms, and looked like he was waiting to see Wang Qian make a fool of himself.

Wang Qian ignored him and walked into the yard with the gift box.

Zhao Kang and Song Lu followed behind.

"Abao, can you please stop making a scene?"

Zheng Shouyi said in a pleading tone, "If you continue like this, I'll be in a very difficult position."

"Let's go in first and talk!"

Abao sneered, strode back into the courtyard, and then winked at all the relatives present.