His words were like thunder hitting Yi Qingchen's head. Yi Qingchen immediately jumped up from the bed: "What? I owe you thirty thousand? When did I owe you?" Feng Yiying leisurely
Yi Qingchen smiled: "Girl, I remember I once said that I can only give you 20,000 taels of silver if you escort me into the palace. Is that what I said?" Yi Qingchen nodded stupidly: "Yes, you are indeed
You said so, but now that you have returned to the palace, doesn’t that mean that my mission is completed? It’s time for you to pay me my salary?” A glimmer of light flashed in Feng Yiying’s dark eyes, and he said calmly: “But
You fainted on the way, but I carried you back to the palace. So I protected you, not you, and you should pay me the bodyguard fee." "What?
Is there such a calculation?" Yi Qingchen's little face turned red with anger, and she shouted: "At least I saved you, okay? If it weren't for me, you might not be able to deal with the mother and child, nor would you attract the little zombie.
Resentment, come to attack me. After all, I was injured and fainted to save you. I am considered a work-related injury..." "Work-related injury?" Feng Yiying raised an eyebrow: "What does work-related injury mean?" Yi Qingchen sent
He rolled his eyes: "Tch, I don't understand this. Work-related injuries are injuries sustained at work. Customers need to pay compensation for such injuries." Feng Yiying smiled: "Then it will be treated as a work-related injury. So.
, I won’t ask you for bodyguard fees, and I’ll just treat you as work-related injury compensation. And you haven’t fulfilled your responsibilities as a bodyguard, so of course I don’t have to pay you bodyguard fees. We’ll settle the bill.