The gentry smiled sycophantically, and Lu Jianxi couldn't bear it any longer, asking just one question, "You just want money, right?"
The gentry's smile turned his eyes into slits, and his mouth was wide enough to swallow an entire bun.
Seeing the look on Lu Jianxi's face that she was about to blow up, Wild Brother gently pressed her shoulder, signaling her not to be impetuous.
But even that gentle press sent a jolt through Lu Jianxi's heart.
His touch wasn't forceful, merely a light pat, yet it had a calming effect, steadying her heart quickly.
Wild Brother, oblivious to Lu Jianxi's inner turmoil, continued to ask the gentry, "How much money do you want?"
