Yang Zhenshan had just returned to the courtyard when he saw Luo Shang standing there with an unpleasant expression on his face.
"What's wrong?" Yang Zhenshan asked with a furrowed brow.
Luo Shang forced a bitter smile and said, "My lord, we've encountered a bit of trouble!"
"What trouble?" Yang Zhenshan walked into the hall, twirling a riding crop in his hand, and asked.
"The Liu family wants to lower the price~~"
Luo Shang relayed the negotiations with the Liu family that had occurred that day. After listening, Yang Zhenshan's expression grew even uglier.
This is too much bullying!
Are they trying to squeeze me?
Damn, a mere merchant trying to squeeze me, as if I'm made of clay!
Uncle can endure, but aunt can't!
