He forced out a stiff smile.

"Yang Haoran, do you believe me when I say I don't have a spirit stone?"

Yang Haoran chuckled and blew on his fist.

"I said my fists are soft, do you believe it?"

Tang Haolin's body trembled, but his eyes moved back and forth.

"Yang Haoran, I was careless about what happened today, and I apologize to you.

But I really don’t have any spiritual stones on me! My pocket is cleaner than my face!”

Yang Haoran sneered: "Is your grandfather's status higher than the elders just now?"

The little fat man looked bitter and then spread his hands.

"That's true, but my expenses are high.

Those people just now are all misers, they don’t spend money.
Chapter completed!