Nan Jiaojiao's complexion darkened even further as she asked, "Just for three billion, Master is going to sell me off?"
"What an exaggeration!"
Pei Dongshi suppressed a chuckle, glancing down from above her head, "Do you think you could even compare to three billion in your Master's heart?"
"..." The argument was sound; she couldn't come up with a single word in response.
Pei Dongshi saw her brows and eyes relax into an "I think so too" expression and couldn't help but turn away to hide his laughter.
Even now, he still remembered the roaring from his Master over the phone:
"She was right at the doorstep, and she didn't dare to come in! She sat at my door, ate a roasted sweet potato, and then left, she just ate a roasted sweet potato and left! Left! What does she mean by that? Deliberately coming to annoy me? Did she also fart before leaving?"
Indeed, if temperaments don't match, one can't enter the same door.