Lionel Yeager kept nodding, saying, "Yes, yes, yes, we can't afford to associate with wealthy people like you.
So, you rich people, don't show up in front of us lowly folks, go enjoy your life.
We don't bother each other, and what we can't see doesn't hurt."
Selina laughed even more smugly, "What, did I hit a sore spot and hurt your pride?"
"Kid, your charity foundation just opened, you must be in urgent need of donations, right?"
At this point, Diego Hiller on the side lit a cigarette and said arrogantly.
Lionel Yeager nodded, "We do need donations, but what does that have to do with you?"
Diego Hiller exhaled smoke and said with a smile, "Kid, we came here to donate.
But, I have a condition."
"Condition?"
Lionel looked puzzled.
"That's right, I have a condition for donating."
Diego Hiller nodded, saying, "As long as you kneel down now, apologize to Selina, and then lick my shoes clean, I'll donate one million to your charity foundation!"
