Xiachuan word by word, ups and downs.

A last shot, volley.

Yang Jia took a deep breath: "I didn't expect it was you. Only you discovered my advantages, but I really don't have five hundred!"

Five hundred yuan can kill him.

"Fifty is there always?"

Xia Chuan asked.

Yang Jia pursed her lips: "Fifty...fifty..."

He felt that Xia Chuan was just about fifty, but there was no evidence.

"I have ~ do you want it ~"

Suddenly, a pleasant sound rang.

Xia Chuan turned around and found that the girl who had left before was standing behind him at some point.

"Ginger..."

"Jiang He, Class 1, Experimental Senior High School, we just met in the music room."

Jiang He introduced himself.

Yang Jia asked: "Didn't you go back with Dou Qingqing?"

"Dou Qingqing's mother came to pick her up. I drove the small electric donkey back by myself. My house is very close to me, so it only takes ten minutes to drive back."

Jiang He smiled slightly and took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket.

Yang Jia looked at the 100-dollar bill in surprise and said in shock: "Damn, you are too rich!"

My parents only gave five or ten yuan, but where did they give a full hundred yuan?

"It's okay."

Jiang He shook his head and looked up at Xia Chuan: "Give it."

Xia Chuan looked at the money handed in front of him and suddenly said, "I don't sell myself."
Chapter completed!