Partridge nodded in a conscious way.

"Well, then you can pay now."

"I... pay?"

Partridge Whistle didn't come back to its senses for a while.

"Hey, hey, you took the chicken away, why do you have to let us pay?" The old foreigner couldn't help but be anxious.

Mo Ziming said seriously: "Because... I don't have money!"

Everyone: "..."

"Okay, I'll pay this money!"

After a moment of silence, Partridge Whistle actually responded.

After all, he is an old man, and he knows that Mo Ziming must have a deep meaning in doing so.
Chapter completed!