"System, time travel, greatness, cool writing, love."
"Fight with me? Sorry, I just have a lot of money. Come on, brothers, beat me hard!" He Yuzhu held the banknotes in his hands and laughed.
He Yuzhu was time-traveled by someone else again. This time, he was finally no longer poor.
"Since you are so rich, I won't be polite!"
Xu Damao's fingers trembled with anger.
He pointed at He Yuzhu viciously.
