"Are you trying to rob me?" Su Chanjuan's heart ached. Two hundred was not a small amount.
"Master, stop…"
Before Su Hanyan could finish her sentence, Su Chanjuan hurriedly took out a handful of money from her pocket and stuffed it into her hands.
"This is all I have. I don't have any more."
Su Hanyan counted it unhurriedly. It was about 130 yuan. The 200 yuan was something she had made up. 200 yuan was equivalent to half a year's salary for a worker. Who would have so much money on them every day?
He didn't expect Su Chanjuan to really have it, although it wasn't enough.
"Alright." She put the money into her pocket. " Then I'll make a trip for you. I'll make it clear first. I won't give it to you even if you don't succeed. "
"Alright, alright."
After getting off the car, they arrived at the teahouse in the small city.
