Ning Fan's eyes lit up at the sight of thirty thousand yuan, and he immediately flung off the blanket and opened up his arms, saying, "I'm ready, come on!"
Pfft...
Xu Xiaoqing nearly spewed water all over Ning Fan's face and wished she could fit his head with a toilet pump...
Ning Fan asked in bewilderment, "Little girl, what are you waiting for? I'm still waiting for your prostitution fee."
Xu Xiaoqing looked down on Ning Fan even more, for being not only greedy for money but also full of dirty thoughts.
"You stinky fool, it's not that kind of help!"
"Then what kind of help is it?"
Upon hearing Xu Xiaoqing say this, Ning Fan immediately wrapped himself tighter in the blanket, thinking that it couldn't possibly get worse than this.
In fear that Ning Fan might get any more wrong ideas, Xu Xiaoqing hurriedly said:
