Chapter 223 This Rich Kid’s Got Something Wrong in His Head

• Fifteen minutes later, a middle‑aged man in a suit with slicked‑back hair hurried over.
• “Mr. Luo, I don’t know if what you said is true. I’ve met your father once. Even though I’m short on cash right now, I’m not gonna scam anyone. My mall’s half dead as it is. Buying it is just throwing money into a pit.”
• The middle‑aged man pulled out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes and offered one to Fat Luo.