C963 Twenty Thousand Taels

On the bed, Xiao Yan's mind was racing, his pupils swirling with thoughts.

Fail before even starting?

No, no, no, stop thinking about it!

"Wen Yu still has the nerve to face me? He drinks Bamboo Leaf Green for fifty years, and I get it for five? How does he have the gall to show his face?" Xiao Yan feigned anger, perhaps genuinely upset