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Treating guests?
The bill?
Upon hearing this, the smile that had just appeared on Yang Maomao's face instantly shattered!
I'm giving you money to tell you to get lost immediately!
When did I ever say I'd treat you to a meal?
In front of Liu Bingyun, he couldn't let loose the crude words he wanted to say, so he had no choice but to suppress his anger, "Brother, you've misunderstood, I wanted only you to leave, not to take Bingyun with you!"
Wang Xiaolong raised an eyebrow, "You invite us, a married couple, for a meal, but just want me alone to go? Is it that I misunderstood, or is your brain squashed by a door?"
"You... When did I say I was treating you to a meal!"
"Giving me so much money, if it's not for a meal, then what for? Could it be that Mr. Yang has too much money and can't spend it all, so you want us to help you spend it?"
