C1208 Why Should I

Three hundred yuan each?

A dirty towel?

Lin Fann and Ou Dawei looked at each other and immediately couldn't hold back their laughter.

"Dawei, I don't even dare to shoot a TV show like that."

Coughing a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground, Lin Fann gestured and said, "This phlegm came from afar and is worth four hundred yuan. Give me the money."

"Boss, your words are too fake