What the Hell Kind of Cleaner Is This?

"What a pleasure!" Yang Bo grinned, his expression tinged with contempt.

Adam's brother watched through gritted teeth. But as a Superpower User, asking his ordinary younger sister for spending money was something that absolutely could not get out, even though he did give her an allowance in real life.

"Sit, sit. Handy, I never expected you to do so well for yourself in the game," Adam's brother said with a chuckle.

"It's all just luck. I made a little money," Yang Bo said with a laugh.

Adam's brother sneered inwardly. Let him strut for a few more minutes.

"Handy, you order. Honestly, I'm sick of everything here already." Adam's brother chuckled and pushed the menu toward Yang Bo.

"Adam should order. I'm just a country bumpkin—I have no idea what any of this stuff is." Yang Bo pushed the menu toward Adam.

Adam was wearing a loose hoodie today, dressed much the same as last time. She radiated youthful energy.

"I'll go see if they have any other ingredients. You two chat first." Adam naturally knew the two wanted to discuss their deal in private, so she found an excuse to leave.

"Order whatever you want, sis. Don't try to save your brother money. I've got tens of millions in my account," Adam's brother said when he saw how considerate she was, while glancing at Yang Bo.

"Mm-hmm. Handy, have a seat," Adam said to Yang Bo.

"You little shit, you set me up in the game!" The moment Adam left the private room, her brother's face changed.

"Believe it or not, I can have someone in the game send a letter to the border, and when it gets there, they'll chop off your dog head," Yang Bo said with a slight smile.

"You can still laugh? Do you know