Hearing Li Xiaolu's words, Liu Zheng sighed with some disappointment. However, he quickly smiled at her again and said, "Little girl, but since that's the case, I'll give you a hundred yuan for compensation, how about that?"
After finishing his sentence, he took out a stack of banknotes from his wallet and handed them to Li Xiaolu, his face eagerly watching her.
"Uncle, I'm sorry, I can't take it."
Looking at the thick stack of banknotes in her hand, Li Xiaolu resolutely refused, "Although I don't have money for food right now, I will still support myself with my own hands. Thank you for your concern, Uncle. I think I haven't fallen to the point of begging."
"Really? Then how much money do you have right now? A thousand or two thousand?"
Liu Zheng looked at Li Xiaolu, smiled disdainfully, and then asked.
Upon hearing Liu Zheng's words, Li Xiaolu didn't answer, but just lowered her head.
