Yuan Shanshan went straight for it: "Brother Fan, don't try to fool me, you're loaded. Two thousand is just a drizzle for you." After saying that, she reached into Yang Fan's pocket.
For Yang Fan now, indeed, two thousand was nothing. With a pained face, Yang Fan said, "Fine, I'll squeeze some money out for you, between my teeth. I'll be eating cornbread every meal next month, and I'll transfer two thousand to your account tomorrow."
"Brother Fan, you're the best." Yuan Shanshan kissed Yang Fan on the face.
Yang Fan grumbled unwillingly, "A kiss for two thousand, damn, that's practically a kiss worth its weight in gold."
The three women couldn't help but laugh, Yuan Shanshan the loudest: "I, miss, don't just give away kisses. Brother Fan, you're the first, of course, it's expensive."
Finally dealt with this little girl, now Yang Huiru started causing trouble: "Brother Fan, I'm broke too, give me a little sponsor, not much, just ten thousand will do."