C117 Rain Temple

Zhao Xiaofang panicked. "Cousin, I know you guys are badly injured, but I really don't have any money. If you really need money, I'll give you the one thousand yuan I have on me, okay?"

"Cousin, are you treating cousin as a beggar? One thousand yuan is not enough for us to go to the food stall to eat two small lobsters and drink a few bottles of beer. Don't talk nonsense