Qin Ye asked such a question... now even Rong Jin looked at Hu Dao.
If he didn't have any silver, wouldn't that mean Sister had to pay?
Faced with three pairs of burning gazes... Hu Dao felt immense pressure.
His voice became unstable as he spoke, "...Master, our silver notes... are gone, I have spent them on buying carriages and horses... only one tael left…"
By the end, he hung his head very low.
He dared not even breathe heavily, because even without looking up, he could feel his master's terrifying gaze bearing down on him.
Qin Ye could hardly believe his own ears. When had he become so poor?
He took a deep breath.
He tried his best to calm himself down.
Otherwise, he feared he might kick the man in front of him out...
"You go and contact the others..."
He had already made big claims; if he couldn't produce the money... wouldn't that be embarrassing?
Hu Dao's head hung even lower, "Master, the money for the carriages and horses was pooled together by them."
