Yang Fei looked at her pitiful expression and couldn't help but laugh, "Alright."
Wen Xiaoxiao was momentarily stunned.
"Do you really want me to help you wash your feet? I'm so cute, how can you bear it?"
Yang Fei looked strangely at Wen Xiaoxiao.
"Wasn't it your idea? Washing feet to settle debt? I'm giving you a chance to earn money."
Wen Xiaoxiao's eyes darted around, trying to look pitiful again, but Yang Fei waved his hand.
"Deal's a deal, wash my feet every night, not for less than one hundred, I'll give you two hundred."
Wen Xiaoxiao counted on her fingers.
"Two hundred a day, six thousand a month. I'll be debt-free in two months, yay yay yay."
She jumped up happily.
"Wen Xiaoxiao won't starve to death, I've found another way to make money."
After her livestream, Wen Xiaoxiao indeed brought a basin of steaming hot water to wash Yang Fei's feet.
Yang Fei lay lazily on the sofa, soaking comfortably in the hot water, while Wen Xiaoxiao obediently scrubbed his feet.
