Zhang Dayuan obviously had other little schemes, and he didn't believe that An Xiaomian, sitting on the windowsill, could give him money.
In his eyes, An Xiaomian was just an ordinary woman. Even if she could give him money, it wouldn't be much, not nearly as attractive as An Xiaomian's beauty.
Xiao Jiu quickly understood the meaning in Zhang Dayuan's eyes, then nodded, and pulled the still confused Ah Mao out of the room.
Soon, the sound of the door opening was heard from outside, along with the sound of them leaving.
And Zhang Dayuan's voice: "Little beauty, we will be leaving here soon, be careful not to fall off."
Then, there was the sound of the door closing.
An Xiaomian sat alone on the windowsill, feeling a bit unable to react.
She hadn't expected that those three people would suddenly do this.
She had just been worried that they might recklessly rush over and pull her down.
Fortunately, they didn't.
