Moyan: Now That's How You Fleece Them!

Jing Hongchen did not dare delay in the slightest. His pen flew across the paper, and once he finished writing, he held the sheet in both hands and carefully presented it to Moyan, even softening his breathing.

Moyan casually took the paper. Her gaze swept over its contents, and her previously calm expression instantly darkened as her brows drew tightly together.

Jing Hongchen's heart skipped a beat. Oh no—judging by that expression, I still haven't written what this young mistress wants.

"Five Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones, plus a hundred jin of rare metals?" Moyan slapped the paper onto the table, her tone full of displeasure. "You fat bastard, are you looking down on Shrek Academy too much? Do you really think our family is so poor that we can't afford more?"

She turned to Jin Tianming, who had kept his eyes closed as if dozing, and complained, "Jin Tianming, your teacher has no courage at all. He's so cautious even when making demands. How is he supposed to accomplish anything with that little nerve?"

Jin Tianming did not even lift an eyelid, maintaining his leisurely appearance as though he had handed all decision-making authority to Moyan.

Seeing this, Moyan picked up the paper again and shoved it in front of Jing Hongchen. Her tone carried naked threat. "I'll give you one last chance. Think carefully and write carefully! Otherwise, I'll have my Limit Douluo godmother make a move and let you experience what roasted fat pig tastes like."

Tilting her head, she smiled with an innocent expression. "You've already been frozen pork once. Becoming roast pork one more time would count as experiencing both ice and fire. You won't lose out."

Jing Hongchen: ???

His mind went blank in an instant. Was this girl some kind of demon?

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