"What's the deal, kid? You selling flowers to others but not to us? Think you're too good for us, is that it?"
The little girl was dumbfounded for half a minute before she realized what was happening, although she still didn't understand what was going on, but one thing was crystal clear in her mind: this idiot wanted to buy the flowers!
"Selling, selling, big brother, how many do you want?"
Jiang Yan changed his expression faster than flipping a book, just after scolding the little girl with a stern face, he turned to Yu Feng with a smile, "Brother, will you buy me a few?"
Yu Feng: ...
Can you fucking stop calling me 'brother'?
Grinding his teeth, he pulled his wallet out of his pocket, opened it to see if there was a ten yuan note, but suddenly, his hand was empty—the wallet was gone.
"Ah! How can you steal someone's wallet, kid? Give it back to me... give it back..."
