"Country bumpkin, consider yourself lucky. We have more important things to do than waste time with you. Tell me, how much did your broken mobile phone cost? Is thirty thousand enough?"
She pulled out a stack of money from her wallet, and it really was thirty thousand in cash.
"Take it, grab the money and get lost, don't be an eyesore here. You're polluting the air." She shoved the money into Chi Enen's arms as if she was dismissing a beggar, her expression as impatient as it could be, "Take the money and leave, you're really an eyesore."
At this time, the old butler had already walked over.
Zhu Yingluo ignored Chi Enen, anxiously tugging at Han Wenwen's sleeve. Han Wenwen adjusted her smile, stepped forward, and greeted, "Butler Uncle, long time no see."
