"Enough!"
This miser has been stripped of all he has. This is enough sincerity.
Qiao Jiusheng was not so ignorant.
She patted Fang Yusheng's cheek. "Get up. You're not suitable to squat and look at people." Fang Yusheng should be high and mighty and look down on everyone with his eyes.
Looking up was not suitable for him.
Fang Yusheng immediately stood up. He was yet again that 1.84-meter-tall man with an upright figure.
Qiao Jiusheng moved over his chair. She stood on the chair and placed the iron box on the top of the collection rack. Fang Yusheng raised his eyebrows and helplessly looked at her. Qiao Jiusheng said to him, "It's safe here. I'm afraid that my hands will itch, and I'll use up all your money. You'll cry."