"Alright, you can all go up. I'm going to activate the formation." The old man's words interrupted Ling Chuxi's thoughts.
"Old Sir, there's something I want to ask." Ling Yichen said.
The old man glanced at Ling Yichen, stretched out his palm, and rubbed his fingers.
Ling Chuxi was stunned and did not understand what he meant. Ling Yichen was also stunned. Ling Chuxi frowned for a moment. Why did she feel that the old man's hand gesture was so familiar?
"Give me the money." Mu Weibei reminded him in a low voice.
Ling Chuxi only felt a buzzing sound in her head. 'I was wondering why this action was so familiar. So it turns out that he wants money.' She really did not react in time.
In an instant, the glorious image of the old man that she had just established in her heart collapsed.
Ling Chuxi took out the gold notes and handed them over. She was very hurt now and could not be bothered to count them.
"This thing is useless to me." The old man shook his head.
