Lu Yan stared at that face for a long time, and slowly tightened his fingers. Brother Lu? Fang Yu comes over, do you know him? Don't know. Lu Yan stuffed the photo back into the envelope, his voice unnaturally calm. But Fang Yu had followed him for three years, and his knuckles turned white when he saw him holding the envelope. The registration fee is five thousand. Fang Yu whispered. Lu Yan said nothing and took out his wallet from his trouser pocket. There were only a few crumpled bills left in it. He counted, three hundred and two. I still have some. Fang Yu quickly took out a wad of money from his pocket, which was ten yuan and twenty in change. Adding in what he had saved before, it was almost three thousand.
