Following that, she took out five hundred yuan from her wallet and handed it to the boy.
"Hmph, consider yourself lucky. Otherwise, I'd hit you!" the boy snatched the money from Yang Mingzhu's hand, declaring with a self-important air.
"That's enough, go to the hospital and get checked out. I hope I didn't hurt you just now." Yang Mingzhu tried to reach out and touch the boy's head but he dodged away.
Yang Mingzhu's face immediately showed an embarrassed expression.
"Touching costs three hundred more. If you want to touch me, fork over the cash." The boy stuffed the five hundred yuan into his pocket, licked his lips, and looked greedily at Yang Mingzhu's wallet.
"Get lost, kid, and don't push your luck!" Li Changlin said, somewhat amused by the boy's attitude.
