"I'm selling!"
"No, I'm giving it to you for free!"
"Mo Han, for the sake of the time I helped Chen Chen, I beg you, please save me!"
"These people want to see me dead, wuwu..."
Zhang Hao had seen Mo Han in action and knew that Mo Han was certainly not afraid of these youngsters.
And now, apart from Mo Han, there was really no one who could help him.
As for dignity, compared to having a certain vital part of his body cut off, it seemed utterly trivial at that moment.
"Give it to me for free?"
Mo Han pretended to make it difficult, "That doesn't seem right, you are also in business, if you give it to me for free, how will you make any money? That seems like a loss..."
"Not a loss, no loss at all."
Zhang Hao felt his head ache, damn, paying 20 bucks for a pressure cooker, what's the difference between that and giving it away?
