Chapter thirty-eight.”He said to the book.

Anyway, he (husband) has plenty of money now, so it doesn't matter if he (husband) deducts a few million.

"This chapter is 100,000 yuan, confirm the purchase?"

Fuck!

Ji Qiubai shook his hand and almost dropped the book, one hundred thousand?How do you sit on the ground and raise the price!

But it's okay, anyway, he has money, and a hundred thousand is nothing to him now.

"confirm."

"Sorry, you don't have enough balance to purchase this chapter."

"..."

"How could the balance be insufficient?" Ji Qiubai was confused, "The card Gong Aohan gave me still has more than five million!"

"Sorry, the money of the characters in the novel cannot be used for payment." On the blank page of the novel, a line of words appeared coldly.

"Fuck? That is to say, I need to use my own earned money?"

"That's right, all payments here require your own earned money."

Ji Qiubai thought about the pitiful more than 50,000 yuan in his account, and thought it was better to forget it. What if one day the novel system is closed and he returns to reality, and he spends all of it, that would be terrible.Don't you have to beg for food if you are penniless?

No no no.

just forget it.

Ji Qiubai stuffed this book into the suitcase again, thinking that anyway, a romance drama, what kind of plot can there be, just torture cannon fodder all the way and show affection all the way.