C224 Sleeping bridge

"Aren't you only worth fifty dollars?"

Zhang Huijun immediately said.

"How is that possible? Fifty yuan, I'm not going back. I usually don't see it when I sew the money in my pocket. Fuck, I only have two hundred and fifty yuan left, and it was stolen!"

Liu Xiaohe was depressed, the two hundred and fifty yuan meant that he needed to pay for his journey back