Meng Yang said.
"Meng Yang, it's just at most 100 credits, why are you being so stingy?"
Feng Jiajia was surprised.
You're a great hero of the Eastern Combat Zone, how can you be so miserly?
"You don't understand, I'm in massive debt, teetering on the edge of bankruptcy.
"Even if I tell you, you wouldn't get it. You're a privileged second-generation rich kid, you don't understand my suffering."
Meng Yang was on the verge of tears.
Cultivation really is a bottomless pit; no amount of money can ever fill it.
...
"Su Yue, you're not allowed to meet Feng Jiajia alone."
On the way back to West Martial, Mu Cheng clung tightly to Su Yue, speaking with a chilling tone.
She sensed a threat.
Feng Jiajia, that bottle of green tea, seems to be playing all sides.
"I don't have the time for that."
Su Yue shook his head.
Speaking of which, Mu Cheng's jealous look was quite charming.
Gong Ling was silent in the back, especially envious of Mu Cheng.
