"Paper money?" Qiao Hefeng's breathing became labored.
Grandpa Bo glanced at the table and snorted.
Then, he suddenly took two steps toward the table. "Hefeng, you haven't picked up your chopsticks, have you?"
"I'll do it myself!"
Qiao Hefeng took a big step forward.
He pushed Grandpa Bo away and hurriedly grabbed the chopsticks on the ground. He sat down on his seat and pulled down the tablecloth.
Then, he smiled and started eating.
As he ate, he said, "Let's not talk about these things, shall we? It's morbid, let's eat, let's eat!"
Xiao He was shocked at Hefeng's actions.
That was a pair of chopsticks that he picked up from the ground, and he didn't even clean it and used it directly! This wasn't the island!
Grandpa Bo paused and smiled. Then, he turned around and faced the crowd.
"Listen up."
