Liu Fufeng's tightly knit brow relaxed, he looked at Ji You and the others and showed a happy smile, saying, "Thank you all."
No one paid attention to him.
Ji You, Chu Jiaojiao, Shen Changqing, Yue Qiguang, Yue Qiyuan, Sheng Qingyan — the six of them stared at each other with disbelief, trembling at the lips, saying, "What did we just say?"
Shen Changqing honestly replied, "We agreed."
Yue Qiguang scratched his head and said, "Damn! Daddy may not be afraid of death, but daddy isn't seeking it either! Daddy isn't someone who can be swayed by just a soul device!!!"
"Two." Yue Qiyuan corrected him.
Yue Qiguang instantly shut up.
Chu Jiaojiao scratched her head, asking, "Are we really going to succumb to the rotten smell of money?"
Ji You clutched his heart, so excited that he was almost incoherent, saying, "The rotten smell of money is indeed the most delicious scent in the human world, and no human can resist it."
