Harvest

Su Xiaoxiao's trip to the prefecture capital had earned her five hundred taels. This was a sure thing.

One did not ask where heroes came from, and one did not ask how a person's money was obtained!

Anyway, if she got it, it would be hers!

Su Xiaoxiao patted her father's shoulder. "Dad, calm down. I've surpassed you. You should be happy."

"That's right. You've extorted the prefecture lord. I'm so happy!"

"I've only been a village tyrant for so many years, but you've become a little bully in the prefecture city after just one trip!"

Father Su was about to cry.

The only calm person in the room was Wei Ting.

This guy rarely lost control of his expression. Su Xiaoxiao didn't know if he was really calm or indifferent to her matters.

"By the way, how's business these days I've been away?"

This was what Su Xiaoxiao was most concerned about.

"Your Sister Wu did well," Father Su said.