Ruan Qi: "But we really have enough money. I don't waste money, you don't have to wear yourself out for that two hundred bucks."
"It's not tiring." Master Xi sped up again, beads of sweat sliding down his high nose bridge. "With that extra two hundred, I can buy you something tasty. That makes me happy."
Their conversation was picked up clearly by the mics at their collars and transmitted straight into the livestream.
The viewers in the livestream were about to lose it.
['With that extra two hundred, I can buy you something tasty. That makes me happy'… This is too sweet, right? Master Xi, how are you this gentle!]
[So what women care about isn't whether a man is rich, but whether he works hard and actually cares!]
[Another day crying over perfect love. Master Xi, jiayou, do those push-ups and earn pocket money for Xiao Qi!]
Cheered on by everyone, Xi Jiu easily broke past one hundred and fifty.
"Thirty more and the two hundred yuan is in the bag! Master Xi, come on!"
