"I'm going to write to Queen Titis!" he grumbled angrily.
"Lucky bastard," the tall and thin man glanced at him with a tinge of jealousy, cursed under his breath, and put on a flattering smile again, "Yes, write to the queen, denounce this matter!"
Lin An with the Big Belly waved his hand, spilling the wine from the bottle.
After the excitement, he slumped back onto the couch somewhat dejectedly, looking at the tall and thin man with a troubled expression, "Buddy, you have to help me. Queen Titis just conquered this place, she needs money, lots of refugees have money, but I don't."
The tall and thin man was stunned for a moment. If he had money, would he need to fawn over this scumbag?
But he couldn't refuse, so what to do?
His eyes darted around, he excitedly stood up, thumped his chest as if he was about to say something, but involuntarily let out a burp from the alcohol that interrupted his speech.
