Si Nuo howled a few times and called over to Qiao Jieran: "Qiao Jieran, hurry up and help!"
Qiao Jieran watched with a grin, not in any rush: "I can help, but what's in it for me?"
Si Nuo: "…Get out of here!"
Qiao Jieran laughed and named his price: "If you give me that car model I liked last time, I'll help you."
"You opportunistic jerk!" Si Nuo cursed as he compromised: "Fine, fine! Just come and help!"
"Alright!" Qiao Jieran grabbed a few wet wipes to clean his hands and joined the commotion.
The group erupted into laughter.
After Xiao Shumiao handed out the red envelopes, he watched with great interest and shared his thoughts with Lingyue: "Brother Xiaoyue, they're so childish!"
The group: "..."
Lu Shiqiu was the first to rise, tidied up his clothes, and returned to the sofa.
He coughed a few times, picked up a glass of wine, crossed his legs elegantly, sipped casually, and returned to his usual noble demeanor.
