C89 My Dear Boyfriend

"Say that again?" Gu Xiaonian choked, feeling that she might have been hallucinating.

Fu Xiujie smiled casually, "I'll say it twice more, give me 960 yuan, give me …"

"On what basis?" Gu Xiaonian interrupted him and asked in disbelief.

Fu Xiujie explained in all seriousness, "With this hand of mine, I can earn millions per minute. It took about two seconds to feed you