Chapter 227 (Four Thousand Words) Xu Yueling's Home

Yan Bugui has no intention to investigate when he looks at the sky full of gross receipts.

Squinting his eyes, he stretched out his hand quickly and grasped a large bill that was close to his face.

Pick up your glasses and blow the dust on them.

Yan Bugui bent over and happily picked up the money on the ground.

"I said Uncle Yan, are you all right?"

Qin Huai'an stepped out of the yard and asked Yan Bugui.

"Hey, what can happen here? It's just a bump. It doesn't matter."

Yan Bugui didn't carry it with him. He was afraid that if he picked it up slowly, someone would take it away.

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