C349 To earn pocket money!

Puff!

Wei Qing choked on his own saliva.

If he were to drink water now, it could be imagined how he would spit it out.

After coughing for a while, he finally calmed down, touched his chest while pointing at Feng Zhi, "Young miss, do you know what you're saying? Ten million gold coins, that's ten million, not a thousand!"

Wei Qing was just an ordinary young martial artist