"Pay up now, then! If you can't pay now, get the hell out immediately."
"We don't have any money right now," Ying Zi's expression changed as she spoke, very helpless.
"If you can't pay, get the hell out," the landlord cursed.
"We..." Ying Zi's expression turned pale, extremely helpless.
"How much money?" Mu Chen spoke indifferently at this moment.
"Who are you?" the landlord asked.
"I'm someone who can pay the money."
"Not much, just three thousand."
"Three thousand, right!" Mu Chen said, as he took out a stack of cash from his pocket and quickly counted out three thousand.
Mu Chen didn't have much, but he did have a lot of cash, including several hundred thousand in cash in his room, but usually he only carried ten to twenty thousand with him.
"Turns out there's a wealthy friend here, nice nice," the landlord said with a smile.
"Mu Chen, what are you doing, we can't take your money," Ying Zi's expression changed and she immediately refused.
