C307 Mu Yang!

The man pulled out three slightly crumpled hundred-yuan bills. Nan Menger recoiled several steps at the sight, dramatically pinching her nose. "Get your filthy hands away from me, now!"

"Why are you getting so close to me?"

"Trying to take advantage of me, huh?"

"I've got your number, you lowlifes. You've got nothing, yet you're always dreaming of punching above your weight