Su Qianqian helplessly said, "Your mortal world is really troublesome. If this were the Ancient Times, whoever had the biggest fist would get the treasure, but you have to engage in these dealings and exchanges."
"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. This isn't Ancient Times anymore. Besides, if everyone still resolved problems with their fists, would there be any order in the world?"
"In the end, you're just poor!"
Wang Xiaolong grimaced, "Although you're right, you can't blame me, can you? I've been working very hard. Since my recovery up to now, it's only been a little over a month, but I already have nearly six hundred thousand saved in my account.
Even without the three hundred thousand Liu Yan'er compensated, the rest of the money is what ordinary people would take at least six or seven years to earn."
Su Qianqian looked down on him, "So what? Do you want me to praise you?"
"You don't have to go on and on praising me, a few complimentary words wouldn't hurt, I guess."
