Seeing Yin Xiaofan's reluctance to accept money, the middle-aged man repeatedly thanked him and then walked away with the cash.
"What exactly do you use to bewitch people's hearts?" People actually speak up for this con artist, and they completely believe him, Zhao Xinyao said in great dissatisfaction.
"I never bewitch anyone's heart; it must be my own ability that convinces people wholeheartedly," Yin Xiaofan said with a smile.
"If you're not a con artist, what way do you have to prove it?" Zhao Xinyao didn't believe Yin Xiaofan's words at all. Real skill. If there were real skills, they wouldn't be here to swindle money.
"Ah!"
Yin Xiaofan sighed helplessly.
How can someone with skills be mistaken for a swindler, and the other party is unrelenting? Do I really have to prove myself?
Why are they so unrelenting against me? Do I really look like a swindler? Although this girl is beautiful, she is really unreasonable.
