Can You Stop Acting?

Yang Luo nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, yes. We can't match up to a rich person like you.

"Therefore, you rich people don't have to appear in front of us at the bottom. Enjoy your life.

We don't need to interfere with each other. It's better to keep our eyes clean."

Zhao Mengjie smiled even more smugly, "Why? Is it because I've poked your sore spot? Is your pride unable to accept it?"

"Kid, this charity foundation has just opened. You should urgently need donations, right?"

At this moment, Hou Dahai lit a cigarette and said arrogantly,

Yang Luo nodded and said, "We do need someone to donate, but what does this have to do with you?"

Hou Dahai blew out a mouthful of smoke and said with a smile, "Kid, we're here to donate.

However, I have a condition."

"Condition?"

Yang Luo looked puzzled.

"That's right. My donation is conditional."