"Forehead!"

A trace of black line appeared on Li Guoliang's forehead,

money?

He hasn't touched this thing in more than ten years.

Does the other party know his identity and what he is paying for? Is it an insult?

The bodyguards behind him were almost injured internally.

"What? Not enough?"

Zhao Qianyue felt a little sore and took out fifty dollars from her bag.

Yang Tian was speechless and said, "They are here to help, they don't need this."

Zhao Qianyue said a little stubbornly: "Then we can't let my trip go in vain.

Yang Tian thought about it for a while, so he said to Li Guoliang: "How about... just accept it."

"Um, okay...okay!"
Chapter completed!