Money has a strange smell?
Wu Jie frowned and said with a forced smile,
"They're all old notes, constantly being handled, mixing all kinds of smells together. How could they not be strange?"
"It seems you were only focused on dividing the money and didn't bother to sniff!"
Tang Xiao let out a cold laugh and headed straight for the bathroom.
"What strange smell though!"
Unable to curb his curiosity, Wu Jie immediately went out to find Zhu Cui.
As the door opened, he saw Zhu Cui with tears streaming down her face.
"What happened to you?"
Wu Jie walked into the room and casually closed the door behind him.
"What are you crying for, looking perfectly fine?"
Zhu Cui opened her travel bag and sobbed, "I've counted it, there's over eight hundred thousand!"
Wu Jie sat on the edge of the bed and laughed, "Having money is a good thing, so why the crying?"
"I... I can't figure it out!"
