"What? What? What?"
When Wan Hongliang heard this, his eyes bulged out, thinking that Ye Xiaofei had accepted his reason, but he didn't expect to be rejected in the end. His mouth twitched involuntarily; damn, this was really too boring.
"Why do you have to gasp for air when you speak, Ye Xiaofei? Can't you just say it all at once? Really, my luck is so bad."
"Do you hear that? Just kill yourself, that way you won't dirty my hands."
Ye Xiaofei glanced at Wan Hongliang and said indifferently, "Hurry up, because if you don't kill yourself, I'll have to throw you out to the dogs soon."
"Brother Ye, Brother Ye, I don't want to commit suicide, please spare me, I have money, lots of money. How much do you want? I'll give you whatever amount, no, I'll give you all of it."
