"I didn't spend a penny."
Facing Count Karlo's questioning, An Su responded expressionlessly.
"You're trying to kill your old man." Count Karlo's complexion turned iron blue, his joy turning to anger. He almost pointed at An Su's nose and cursed, "Isn't that basically freeloading, bringing shame to the Milton Royal Family!"
It's not like Milton is a whorehouse...
An Su felt that Count Karlo had a significant misunderstanding about the Royal Family.
"Isn't it Milton Yellow Market?"
Count Karlo stated matter-of-factly. He leaned back on the Chenxing family's sofa, his gold-plated boots crossed, his eyelids drooping over his dark blue eyes, his left hand supporting his cheek, his right swinging carelessly in the air, as if dismissing something, and muttered,
"Of course, you have to pay for transactions done in the yellow market."
The Royal Family is not this yellow market!
Old man, did you learn your language from Annand?
Madness!
This place is the Church's Ceremony Hall,
