C161 Sprinkle Salt on Wound

Yeh Han facepalmed. "No, money is just too much. I can't be so despicable, but that's gold. How many people can still calmly face it:" When are you going to pay me back? "

The old man was silent again. Boy, are you still playing the part of an addict? No, I have to endure this.

"I've been disfigured," Yeh Han frowned as he took out rotting poison and pointed to the front, "Old man