This five hundred yuan is a bad deal.
"This is the money to buy you," Old Madame Song shamelessly calculated, "You have been eating and drinking here for free for three months. If you weren't in our family, you would have starved to death a long time ago. Adding another five hundred has to be fair."
The corners of Tang Yuxin's lips still curved slightly. She turned her head and gently tugged on Gu Ning's sleeve.
Understanding, Gu Ning took out his wallet again and directly pulled out five bills, throwing them over.
Only then did Old Madame Song beam with joy, her face full of greed.
"Are we clear now?"
Gu Ning asked Old Madame Song in a flat tone, but the old lady, now deep into her money-counting, paid no attention to the irony and mockery in Gu Ning's voice, or the smile on Tang Yuxin's face that resembled that of someone looking at a dead person.
"It's clear, it's clear."
