C831 He Poked the Stupid Dog on the Wall

"Well..."

The weasel did not say it directly. Instead, it showed a playful expression and tapped on the table rhythmically with a finger.

"Brother Huang, you are..."

Madman Zhao raised his head and glanced at the weasel. Then, he instantly understood. He hurriedly took out a bank card from the drawer. "Brother Huang, there's about five million here. It's a small token of my appreciation