C200 Not a Meatometer

Zhou Sipeng, this girl, was quite interesting. She had always kept those words of Old Man Wei in her mind. She took out her pocket, counted out a few crumpled notes and handed them to Guan Hao, then said, "This is your travel expenses, I'll go to your dean for the bill in a few days."

Guan Hao opened the car door for her in a graceful manner, and chased her out like a duck