"He asked someone to smash my fruit stall so I asked him to pay 180,000 yuan. There's nothing wrong with this, is there?"
"It's indeed right and proper to pay what they owe, but you demanded 180,000 yuan. That's a little too much."
"What was I supposed to do?" Lin Yi asked.
"Was I supposed to ask you for 1.8 billion yuan to burn as an offering?"
"You stinky old farmer, don't you know your place?" Sun Zhangming scolded, then his gaze fell on Ning Che.
"You're quite good-looking. What's your number? I'll pay double. Come with me later. He might be thrown out later, so you don't have to serve him."
Ning Che, "???"
Do the staff in the bathing center have my figure?
"Do I look like a masseuse to you?"
"If you're not a masseuse, why are you with this stinky old farmer? Could you be dating him?"
Ning Che crossed her arms in front of her chest and beckoned Sun Zhangming with his finger.
