"So what should we do next, Minister?"
Everyone turned their eyes towards Zhang Beixing, waiting for his next instructions.
After all, it was the first time encountering such a situation, and they didn't know how to handle it.
Upon hearing Leng Bing's words, Zhang Beixing rolled his eyes at him with disapproval.
"Are you wealthy, kid?"
"N-no...not at all..."
Even though he didn't understand why Zhang Beixing was asking that, Leng Bing still shook his head honestly.
Then, Zhang Beixing flicked Leng Bing's head directly, leaving Leng Bing covering his head with an aggrieved expression.
"Minister, why did you hit me? I really don't have any money left."
Thinking about his previous savings, which had been deducted by Zhang Beixing to repair the wall due to a dart throwing incident, Leng Bing felt a wave of grievance wash over him.
