Pointing at the three “con artists” in front of him, the boy blurted out:
“I thought he was a good-for-nothing, spendthrift young master. I didn't expect him to be a woman.”
“That timid old man, who was so nervous in everything he said and did, isn't a businessman after all.”
“And the handsome pretty boy who acts so meek around the second-in-command every day, I never would have guessed he was...”
“And what are you, you little brat?”
The three turned and stared at the boy.
“Me? ... My name is Tang Jue. I'm not a con artist. I'm looking for my missing younger brother.”
Three con artists.
