"My skin is thick, but can it be thicker than yours? You're the prince of Crown Film and Television, and you're begging here!"
Rong Qingqing stepped forward and directly lifted Zhao Junxi, who was still lying there.
"Move over." Rong Qingqing disdainfully pushed Zhao Junxi aside, then reached out and pulled off his wig, placing it atop her own head.
Then, in the spot where Zhao Junxi had been lying, she sprawled out quite elegantly.
Banging the empty stainless steel bowl on the ground, making a loud clanging noise.
"Zhao Junxi, you're not stingy, give me money!" Rong Qingqing said confidently, "You were right, even a three-year-old knows you can't take back what you've given away, so I won't ask you for that ten yuan anymore."
Rong Qingqing was full of vigor, "Now it's my turn to beg, give me money now! If you don't, you're even more stingy than me, a miser!"
This slick operation stunned the two men standing nearby.
Frozen like wooden chickens.
