But the truth was so cruel.
Hearing this, Jiang Man asked curiously, "What's your name?"
"Sun Yuan," the man replied softly.
Jiang Man took out a notebook and began to write. "Sun Yuan. Blatantly mocked my good friend, Gao Rong, right in front of me."
Jiang Man's action dispelled much of Gao Rong's dejection and embarrassment.
Moreover, he clearly caught the two words "good friend."
'He's giving me too much credit.'
'He was probably doing this for Xiaogao's sake.'
'This wasn't just a transaction. There was real friendship involved.'
'Young Master Fang truly is a master strategist.'
'Ten thousand was worth it!'
"What are you doing?" Sun Yuan asked curiously.
Jiang Man answered honestly, "I have a habit of writing down the names of people who offend me. Then I look through the list whenever I have a spare moment."
The three of them, Sun Yuan included, were speechless.
'Is this guy here to extort us for our Spiritual Source?'
