Moran stared at this guy with her mouth agape.
This fellow acted like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water a moment ago, but now he's being as obedient as a little rabbit.
Moran stared at Yang Fei for a full three seconds before turning her gaze away, chuckling softly.
"I finally understand, when talking to someone like you, just talk about money."
Yang Fei grinned cheekily, not feeling embarrassed in the slightest.
"Let's not talk about money; talking about money is hard on relationships."
"See if there's anything in this lab you need me for, don't hesitate."
"We can be considered old friends, right? Friends should help each other."
Moran unceremoniously exposed Yang Fei's true nature.
"Who said I'm friends with a fatso like you?"
"Taking you out, people might think I'm dragging a barrel along."
Yang Fei, struggling not to cry, looked at Moran with grievance.
"Isn't this your doing?"
Moran snorted, turning away.
