He glanced at the Yang mother and daughter with disdain, and said in a low voice, "Don't check it in front of others. Tang Yazi sent the money last night and it was me who registered it."

"I'll just tell you privately."

"He sent 120 yuan, which is twice as much as what Lao Mu's family paid."

After Yang Yongxian finished speaking, he turned around and left the dining hall.

One hundred and twenty essays

Everyone at this table was shocked.

The chopsticks in Mrs. Liu's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Tan, who had been sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight, also raised his eyelids.

Obviously he was shocked by this number.

After a brief moment of shock, Mrs. Sun breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Ruoqing, on the other hand, was grinding her teeth secretly.

That kid, didn't you tell him to just follow the crowd?

Forty is enough, sixty is eye-catching, and eighty is the upper limit.

One hundred and twenty essays

Why

I'll settle the score with him later.

"How can it be"

Yang was muttering there, with a suspicious look on his face.

How could the old Luo family be willing to give out one hundred and twenty cents if they were from that kind of background?

"Yongxian must have remembered it wrong, otherwise, he is deliberately helping Fat Ya to deceive us. We will have to look at the account book again when we go back."

Yang was still chattering there.

Mr. Tan glanced at Ms. Yang impatiently.

"You have to earn your own face. You haven't even married yet, so let's compare it to Lao Mu's appearance. Hmm, it's a joke."

Tan said with a sneer.

Yang's face turned red.

Yang Ruolan's face didn't look very good either.
Chapter completed!