The Precious Chinese Medicine Formula Must Not Be Privately Hoarded
"This chocolate isn't cheap," Jiang Yexun estimated in his mind, then pulled out two ten-yuan bills and handed them to Big Gao.
"Why are you still so polite with me?" Big Gao was speechless. However, seeing Jiang Yexun's determined look, he reluctantly took the money, laughing wryly, "Next time, don't do this. Someone might think I'm forcing sales."
"The money should be given, but in the future, if there's anything that girls like, you can save some for me," Jiang Yexun didn't think that giving money would change the dynamic between them. As long as the other party remembered what they needed, it was better than anything else.
"Alright, I know you're good to your wife," Big Gao joked with a smile.
Meanwhile, Su Xiaoxiao blushed beside them. Even in her past life, if she hadn't followed Jiang Yexun into the city, he would always bring her various good things. At that time, he should have been teased like this too.