Little Yao opened her bleary eyes and stretched lazily as she looked at Liu Mou and said, "What now? You woke me up again."
Liu Mou looked at Little Yao with a mischievously amused smile, "Hehe, Little Yao, I'm really out of options here. Could you come up with a money-making idea for me?"
Little Yao looked at Liu Mou and fell silent within her heart. However much he might need money, Liu Mou was a cultivator by status, how could he possibly starve to death over something as trivial as money? "No," Little Yao replied without even thinking.
"Come on, Little Yao, please help me out. I'm really short on money. If you don't help me out, I'm absolutely at my wits' end." Liu Mou suddenly looked pitiful. This wasn't his fault; modern society was just like that: slaving away for a whole month only to earn a measly two thousand and a bit, which wasn't even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.
