When Shi Beiyu heard Long Sha’s words, he frowned slightly.
However, Long Sha was also very observant of such a small action. He sneered, “What? Young master Shi doesn’t believe it? Or do you feel that... I don’t have the qualifications to make a deal with Leng Jiuchen?”
At the end of his sentence, Long Sha’s lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile.
Shi beiyu chuckled, “Of course not. I just don’t know what kind of deal young master long wants to make with Ah Jiu.”
The smile on Long Sha’s lips deepened, “I can only tell you what kind of deal he wants to make when he comes.”
Shi Beiyu knew that long sha would not tell him if Leng Jiuchen did not come.
He could only nod, “Alright, let’s... drink some water first.”
Then, Shi ran personally went to fetch a pot of boiling water and poured it for long sha and Shi Beiyu.
