On the corridor outside the backstage, Song Yan looked at the arrogant Monday strange, some strange, I do not know what the other party to find him out to do.

"Make a price." On Monday, Qi held his head high and spoke in a tone of charity.

"What do you mean?" Song Inkstone became more and more puzzled.

Monday, with a slightly dissatisfied look, murmured, "Don't be silly. You should understand what I mean. As long as the price you offer is reasonable, I will satisfy you!"

"Sorry, I really don't know what you're talking about, what's the matter, please state it clearly!" Song Yan has some wordless Tao.

"You...