A message, carried by a surge of Spiritual Power, reached Xi Yiqian's ears.
"If you want to get rid of him, just be good."
Upon hearing Xia Liang, Xi Yiqian thought for a moment and stopped struggling. "Oh," she murmured, lowering her head again.
Just as Xi Yiqian gave up her resistance, the senior who had been confessing to her strode over, glaring at Xia Liang.
"Kid, what's your relationship with Yiqian? She's not someone a delivery boy like you can have." As he spoke, he pulled out a bank card. "Here's 500,000 Yuan. The password is six zeros. That's enough for you to deliver food for ten years. As long as you promise to never appear in front of Yiqian again, it's all yours."
Hearing this, Xia Liang burst out laughing.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I always run into such melodramatic plots whenever I go out? Luckily, this young master was well prepared.
"Five hundred thousand?" Xia Liang shot him a disdainful look.
