"I'm not playing anymore," Qiao Xiaomai glared at the pile of silver notes in front of Yang Ye, resentment in her eyes.
"It's only ten thousand taels, is it really that serious?" Yang Ye raised an eyebrow.
"Then give me ten thousand taels," Qiao Xiaomai stretched out her hand.
"Here, here, here," Yang Ye immediately pushed all the silver notes in front of him over, subtracting Qiao Xiaomai's ten thousand taels and his own several tens of thousands, "here you go, all yours."
"So generous?"
"You've given me a lot of good food, this is just a small gesture," Yang Ye said quite magnanimously, waving his hand.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai clicked her tongue twice and began to count the silver notes with her hand.
Since Yang Ye was being generous, she wasn't going to stand on ceremony.
"Right, Prince Wei, now that you're back in the Capital City, have you taken over the Charity Hall?" Qiao Xiaomai asked while counting the silver notes.
Yang Ye "..."
