C45 'This is bad! '

"Like I said, not an ashtray." Ming Yu was about to lose his breath.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand." I immediately turned around and walked to the furthest soft couch before sitting down. "The counter is swiping my card."

"May I ask how much the original price was?" Mi Ya held onto the small censer.

"Five hundred thousand." Without looking up, I took a small box from the table in front of me