Seeing Huang Xiaolong pull out a crumpled 10 yuan bill to buy Jing Xiaoxi, there was a burst of laughter from all around.
Those who were watching all began to ridicule and slander—
"Has this man gone crazy for women? He even wants this exceedingly ugly woman, what state of mind is that?"
"Is it really all the same when the lights are off?"
"The forest is really big and all birds are in it. Jing Xiaoxi looks so ugly and is dirty and smelly all over. I absolutely wouldn't want her even if you offered me tens of thousands of yuan. Absolutely not."
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"Hmm?" Mi Lian looked at Huang Xiaolong suspiciously, then his eyes grew hot quickly. He hurriedly took out a piece of paper and a Montblanc gold pen from his bosom, and began writing on the paper. "Wait... you wait first! Oral agreements are not provable. We need written proof!"