Lan Yichen was at home, having just stepped out of the shower, when he saw the money transfer notification on WeChat. He was confused for a moment, then thought about it and accepted the money.
"What's this for?" Lan Yichen asked.
"It's your pocket money, and from now on, you're not allowed to ask Lan Jiaojiao for money."
After sending that, another message followed up, "If you need money in the future, just ask me."
Lan Jin pocketed her phone and walked out of the underground boxing ring.
Shen Xiao's steps were a bit unsteady as he followed her, "Sister Jin, do you need me to give you a lift home? I have a bike."
Lan Jin didn't even turn her head, mercilessly shooting him down, "Save it with that piece of junk you call a bike."
Shen Xiao protested, "My motorcycle cost me three hundred thousand when I bought it, and even though it's a bit old now, the speed and safety features are still reliable."
