Wen Yan hung up the phone, looked back, and saw the Sparrow Cat's perked-up ears instantly flatten into airplane ears. It quietly turned its head, pretending to be totally absorbed by the empty fish tank.
"You heard it yourself, right? Don't tell me I need to repeat it?"
"What? I wasn't eavesdropping!"
"That's the condition, take it or leave it. The door's open—if you want to go, just go."
The Sparrow Cat couldn't keep up the act anymore.
"I'll help you catch Mo Zhicheng, but I want a full post, and fifty extra bucks a day for food."
Don't even think about fooling me—look, I know the game, fifty is cost price for the ingredients, not what you'd get at the market!
That old dog used to say, he busted his ass at work, risking his life, and only then did they finally up his food allowance to fifty a day.
Later I found out that old dog was just trying to milk sympathy and acting all broke.
