Zuo Xiaonian took another four hundred and fifty thousand.
"I need it! I have plenty of things to spend money on!" Zuo Xiaoduo's eyes turned green, and he finally could not help protesting!
Of the six hundred and ten thousand in dead men's money, you only gave me ten thousand!
This was clearly my income. How could you do this?!
"What things?"
Zuo Xiaonian scoffed. "What don't I buy for you? What do you have to spend money on? I even supply your throwing weapons. You don't smoke or drink, so where did all these things you need money for come from?!"
"I... I... I need it, anyway."
"Hohohoho... Were you planning to keep the money to chase girls? Sure enough, men go bad once they have money. Dad said you're already a man, so..."
Zuo Xiaonian reached out and snatched away the ten thousand in Zuo Xiaoduo's hand as well. "Ten thousand is already too much. I'd better just leave you a thousand."
As Zuo Xiaoduo stared, dumbfounded, Zuo Xiaonian waved her hand and packed away everything she was supposed to take in one go. She turned and leisurely withdrew, then glanced back from the doorway with a radiant smile. "Good night, Doggo."
She left behind a dumbfounded Zuo Xiaoduo clutching a thin little stack of banknotes.
I only said one thing... and ten thousand became one thousand?
This money... depreciated way too fast!
"Ah, you're keeping everything for me..."
Thinking of Zuo Xiaonian's catchphrase, "I'll keep it for you..."
Zuo Xiaoduo wanted to cry but had no tears.
"I'm a man, after all... What's wrong with a man having a little money on hand?! What's wrong with it?! Is it against the law?! How does that make me bad? What's bad about me?!!"
Zuo Xiaoduo beat his chest