"Cough, cough, cough!" Shen Li was drinking the lamb soup and choked suddenly. He hurriedly grabbed a napkin and elegantly wiped his mouth, then smiled as he stood up and walked towards the door. "Xiao Tang, I suddenly remember I have something to deal with, so I won't be able to keep you company today."
"Don't run, I'm serious, I'm not lying to you!"
Seeing this sly fox wanting to flee as soon as money was mentioned, Shen Tang quickly moved forward to block him, slamming the door shut with a "bang," and locked it.
Today, he'd only escape by stepping over her dead body!
"Ah, eating with others makes one feel obliged, and taking money makes one feel indebted. I see why you're so enthusiastic today, you've got designs on my private stash." Shen Li looked down at her helplessly, the smile not reaching his eyes.
Shen Tang knew this old fox wasn't easy to fool. The protagonist's terrible reputation was deeply ingrained, and she couldn't shift the perception overnight.
