"What is it? Two hundred? That is too much!"
Qin Yuan slammed the table angrily, stood up, and shouted. Then, he touched his face with both hands and sighed. Then, he took out two 100-yuan red bills and threw them on the table. He continued,
"I'm sorry! Mr. Centipede, I've lost my composure just now. I'll pay the two hundred yuan in my own name. Take the money and let her go!"
When the centipede saw Qin Yuan like this, the corners of its mouth twitched. He thought to himself,
Who the f * ck sent this person? Is he deliberately messing with my head?
Centipede looked at the people around him who were trying their best to hold back their laughter and put on a very serious expression. He became even more upset.
He's already acting like this with 200 yuan, and the people around don't seem to be joking. If I say that I want 20 million, won't they chop me alive?
Centipede thought to himself, but now he could only go all out. He stretched out two fingers again and said carefully,
