Yan Yan, Do You Hate Me That Much?
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
"Wow, there's some over there, and there too!"
"Dear, quickly pick those up…"
The people down below were in a frenzy and they all suddenly wished that they could have an extra pair of arms so that they could grab more money.
Some of the residents nearby realized what was going on and rushed over at a speed that made it seem like they were sprinting at a hundred-meter race.
In less than 10 minutes, all the money had been collected and those who managed to collect the money were beaming delightedly. They felt as though they were walking on air since they had collected at least a few hundred dollars each.
"Boss, give us more! Give us more!" They waved at the building. They weren't sure who had flung these bills on the floor, but they knew that an idiot with far too much money lived upstairs.
Mo Yixuan laughed coldly and blew out a dense ring of smoke from his mouth.
An ironic expression spread across his cold face.