He grabbed a handful of melon seeds, while he was chewing, while looking around, but inadvertently on a pair of eyes.
At the sight of him, the eyes turned away.
Feng Chenglin immediately thought of the stalker Ling Luoyu said, and with a vicious smile, he walked over with a tea plate and snacks.
"Brother, it's OK to be idle. Let's talk about it!"
The man: --
What do they have to nag about?!
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Ling Luoyu hid himself in the chaotic and secluded environment, carefully keeping up with Chi Heng and trying to suppress his own breath.
The singing woman took him into her dressing stage and asked him to sit down with a smile.
"Please have a seat, sir. It's not convenient for me to serve you tea!"
Chi Heng hums a sound, and in front of the stage politeness is different.
He looked around, and his voice was much more proud.
"Is this your troupe, or?"
"I'm the boss here!"
"What do you call it?"
"Call me Xiaoyu..."
Ling Luoyu: Your uncle, is Yu such a nice name? "
The woman then added: "rain of rain, my family call me rain son..."
"Miss Xiaoyu, how much can your troupe earn in a day?"
Xiaoyu was stunned, but he was still smiling: "you say so What do you mean
Chi Heng suddenly turned around and looked at her with a deep smile.
"If I remember correctly, what you make in a day is just enough for your expenses!! Although you make a lot of money, you also spend a lot In addition to the cost of food and clothing, the staff pay, there is not much left! "
Light rain smile, or so calm: "you say so, what do you mean?"