Seeing Wufu extend her hand and reveal a look of avarice, how could Ah Jiu not understand her intention? He directly took off the purse hanging from his waist and stuffed it into her hand," I wish you all the best."
"Thank you, Ninth Master," Wufu giggled, not even bothering to open the purse before tucking it into her sleeve.
"You already come from a wealthy family, why do you still care about this small purse? It's embarrassing," Ah Jiu scoffed.
Wufu shook her finger, "You are mistaken; in this world, who would ever think they have too much money?" Saying this, she pulled a waxed plum blossom to her nose and smelled it, "Besides, this was given by the Prince. If it were in a farmer's household, it would probably be placed on the altar for worship."
The more outrageous Wufu spoke, the more Ah Jiu shook his head, pointing at her dress, "That outfit suits you well; you should dress like that more often."
