Less than a moment after the matter subsided, the trading hall returned to normal.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye."

Biyao took a deep breath, and his eyes were full of deep gratitude, but also full of doubts. He was only a humble maid. Why did the teenager help her like this?

Perhaps I saw the doubts in the eyes of Bayao, and Ye Dun smiled faintly: "You don't have to thank me, you thank yourself if you want to."

Biyao was puzzled, but he heard Ye Dun say: "With your appearance, as long as you lie in bed every day, you can earn a lot of wealth, and even get countless...