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Hearing Wang Qian's words, Han Ping felt a chill at the back of his neck. His smile carried a trace of awkwardness as he said, "Master Wang, what kind of joke is this? "Ai, the bank card given to me by the monk only has a few hundred yuan in it!"

Saying that, a look of sorrow appeared in Han Ping's eyes.

Wang Qian glared back with an even more resentful gaze than Han Qing Han Ping