It was only after the taxi had disappeared without a trace that Wu Dahu finally came to his senses. Looking at the red bills in his hands, he counted them first, then spat on the ground in dissatisfaction.
"Fuck!" he cursed. "What the hell is this! Young Master Yuan gave out at least twenty or thirty thousand, but I only ended up with 2,000 yuan!"
"Damn it, what a bastard!"
Although Wu Dahu was angry, he was helpless. He could only snort coldly before hailing another taxi and leaving.
On the way, he looked at the 2,000 yuan in his hand, and an excited expression appeared on his face despite himself. Even though he had only been given a small fraction of the total sum, the 2,000 yuan had come far too easily. It would be a lie to say he wasn't happy.
「Meanwhile, Liu Ergou and Liu Yunxi had already taken Feng Chunling home.」
