C250 Lure
Gao Zhiwei's face turned beet red, as if he had been harshly slapped.
Yet, undeterred, he raised his voice and said, “Well, I didn’t expect you to bring in a shill. That’s pretty low!”
Meanwhile, the old man had made his way to the front of the stall, shooting Gao Zhiwei a look of disapproval. “Who’s calling me a shill? If you don’t know about orchids, don’t talk nonsense!”
Gao Zhiwei scoffed
