"As a 'foreign visitor,' I don't really have a strong concept of money. If you insist on giving it to me, you can consider it part of the shares we discussed earlier. It's also fine if you don't."
Seeing that Fyari seemed to want to reach into her underwear to retrieve that Gold Coin Commerce Association certificate again, Motan quickly made his statement.
"Heh, then I'll just keep it for you."
Fyari nodded nonchalantly and then a playful smile appeared on her lips. In the next second, she suddenly extended her index finger, trying to lift Motan's chin: "It's a pity you're not my type, otherwise..."
"I'll see you off, Lady Fyari."
Yizou swiftly blocked between Motan and Fyari, gently grabbing the latter's wrist and smiling sweetly: "You, senior, should also get some rest."
Because Motan really wasn't Fyari's type, she wasn't upset. She simply playfully stuck out her tongue and under Yizou's unnecessary 'escort,' she walked towards the tent entrance, and then...
