Jiang Ming packed her luggage and found that her money was missing.
"Where's my money? Where has it gone?"
Jiang Ming found Jiang Xun.
"By the way, Jiang Xun, how much did you spend on clothes yesterday?"
"It seems like fifty taels."
"Fifty taels of silver, what are you made of these clothes?"
Jiang Ming has finally accepted his fate. How do you say that? If I don't go to hell, who will? But with such a beautiful woman as my companion, it seems that this hell is not unbearable.
Intention: There is no intention to stay or go, just follow the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky.