"Something up?" Ye Huan turned his head to face the blond-haired man.
The blond-haired man looked pained, "I've warned you guys like that, why do you still go to that shop?"
"You warned us, but whether we listen or not is our business."
"I insist on eating at 'Xiaoxiao's Canteen,' is that not okay?"
Ye Huan shouted.
"You..." The blond was exasperated but held back from lashing out.
With a pained expression, he gritted his teeth, pulled out five red bills from his pocket, and stuffed them into Ye Huan's hand, "Take this money and go eat at the shop across the street, just consider it my treat."
"Such a good thing?" Ye Huan feigned surprise.
"Hurry over there." The blond-haired man waved his hand, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
Now take the money, right? In time, you'll have to spew back dozens to hundreds of times what you took!
