C80 His Ill-gotten Wealth Had Finally Come to an End

Jee Le roared furiously, then he felt a sharp object pressing against his back.

Xuan Ji was right behind him. He waved his hand to stop the recording. "Are you kidding me? You can buy Jee Xuan's creativity with fifty thousand yuan?"

His casual tone made Jee Le break out in cold sweat.

"Then, then one hundred thousand!" Jee Le's attitude was a little restrained