After he finished, seeing Rong Qingqing still looking at him, Shen Jue was full of pride.
Could he not know this woman's routine?
The first time was one yuan.
The second time was two yuan.
Now, the third time, naturally it's three yuan.
Shen Jue gave a light laugh, took out the third coin, and stuffed it into Rong Qingqing's palm, "Three coins, three yuan, here you go."
"Go? To whom?" Rong Qingqing pointed to herself, "To me? Why on earth are you giving me three yuan?"
Shen Jue stared at Rong Qingqing for several seconds.
Could it be that her routine had upgraded?
Shen Jue's eyes darkened, then he took out all the cash hidden in his pocket for days and slapped it into Rong Qingqing's hands.
"However much you want, just say it, and take it yourself." Shen Jue, with a grand air, placed his hand on the armrest, leaned comfortably against the wheelchair, and stared coolly at Rong Qingqing.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds passed.
