C157 The Perfect Commander of the Blacktipped Cat

"You're joking, right, Chief?" Lee Xingyun said to Huang Heng with a look of resignation.

"Ahaha, forget I said anything, okay? Just pretend I never mentioned it." Huang Heng chuckled, though inwardly he felt as if his heart was bleeding. The Soul Pet Research Club's funds were limited, and here Lee Xingyun had just blown nearly ten million.

The pain was real for Huang Heng