"Two hundred thousand for a single day's rent? If you don't want to stay, then just leave!" Qiao Mu exclaimed, cutting her sentence short as she grabbed Mo Lian's hand and turned to depart.
/What in the world?/
/Just a moment ago, you were talking about a completely different price!"/
/And just like that, it doubled in the blink of an eye!/
Holy Son Miyan took a deep breath and demanded coldly, "Pay up!"
The priest's jaw nearly hit the floor.
"Starting with five days!"
"Pay up!!" Holy Son Miyan practically spat out the words through clenched teeth. The fury brewing inside him felt as colossal as a mountain ready to overturn oceans.
/How unfortunate!/
/To be driven to such anger by that little stoic…/
The priest quiveringly retrieved a spirit currency card and timidly handed it to the little stoic.
