"Enough already, just tell me the price. If I take it home and raise it well, it stays; if not, I'll just kill it, cook it, and feed it to my little Hachi!" Listening to Wang Shitong's endless introduction, Zhang Yingying was already impatient and immediately waved to interrupt him.
"Fixed price, ten thousand!" Wang Shitong's face was cautiously smiling, with a hidden excitement in his eyes.
"What? You think it's a dragon? Or a phoenix? Ten thousand bucks, why don't you just rob it?" Zhang Yingying seemed to have been provoked, her voice instantly shot up, screaming.
