"...Stainless steel rooster. I figure you're not short on cash! Why are you being so stingy?"
Quan Shaoteng snickered coldly, "I have to save up to get married! It took me years to squirrel away some private money, and last time I gave it all to you. You still want to milk me? No way!"
Oh, that bank card, for renting—the land for the little log cabin.
It was also the reward for customizing the robot Sirius.
Qiao Dongyang still had no idea how much money was in the bank card; he almost forgot about it.
"I'm saying, Leader Quan, you're a grown man, not lacking food or drink, and you're particularly good at mooching... How can you live so miserably?"
"What do you know... I have to support my hobbies. They're expensive!"
"What hobbies are you into?"
"There are many, robots are just one of them. There are even more expensive ones."
"..." That really did sound expensive.